A rather unpleasant read.
Characters are continously quarreling in the most displeasing manner, and if they aren't at each other's throat and staging big drama, then they are discussing the nature of art in a pseudo-philosophic way for a change.
Like "women have a stance towards art, the way men are inclined towards love; they are both able to separate their private life and their art/love life. Women, however, are married to the concept of love, whereas men are married to the concept of art and if you turn your back on art, then you are also turning your back on me, your fiancé", which is a rough summary of one of those tedious "intellectual" conversations between Mary and her painter-lover Adrian. Drama, as I said.
Nonetheless, Mary along with some other women, is a very strong female character, and rather modernly portrayed.
The ending is rather sudden. Sudden in the sense of "pick one of the 500+ pages and decide on any to be the ending", which would serve just as well.
A book full of negative vibes, negative language, negative behaviour and narcissists. There is too much of that in real life already to make it worthwhile reading about it in such a condensed and yet superficial manner, as well. No recommendation.