Records the unsettling relationship between a stubborn, liberated woman and a compulsive, self-contradictory man in San Francisco during the late sixties
Many years after reading this book, I find myself dwelling on it at 3 am. Since my infant son is awake too, here i am writing about it. i apologize for the lack of caps.
The book is imbued with its title. the two principals are compelling, but deeply--in fact disturbingly--flawed. Each is too old to participate fully or comfortably in the late-sixties milieu which forms the backdrop of the novel, but too young to remain detached from it. The time, the season, is wrong for them and they are wrong for it. Few novels have made me squirm so--a fact which initially led me to grant the novel only three stars, and made me put the book down more than once--but the writing is so good that I kept coming back, and however many years later, I am still thinking about it.
the baby is asleep now, so i bid you all good night... or good morning.