Oh dear. I really loved Collier's short stories and occasionally this does sparkle but setting aside the racism as both a product of it's time and something that only crops up a lot near the start and end of this novel... I still couldn't get past the sexism. Yes, some women are venal. Yes, some men are decent enough chaps who make the mistake of marrying the kind of person who gives weight to the arguments of sexist idiots. However the answer to solving the difficulty of pairing off those foolish enough to be from 'Mars' or 'Venus' is not to find another planet populated by docile, silent, doting females for those from 'Mars'. The answer is... Well, to be honest, I don't care what the answer is. I have tried to live my life with another person and, by being a person myself,- not a man living with a woman, I have found it has worked well. We share domestic duties, both pay the bills, etc If you think you are entitled to be boorish, dominating, patronising and in charge and you then hitch yourself to someone who accepts that as natural or at least appears to, up to the moment they take you to the cleaners- by your estimation, in a court of law, then you pretty much deserve each other and all the fun you'll be having with the foibles your respective sexes bring to the table. Of course some women are gold-diggers or exploit men- there are 7 billion of us. I don't know if you've noticed but there are some horrible men out there too. Given the way society has been set up, if those women are going to be flawed humans, how would you expect them to behave? Alternatively you could treat people as your equal regardless of gender and hope they do likewise. I find with the people I want to spend any length of time with, that works for me. That's why I don't have any male friends who can only communicate through the medium of sport or any female friends who think that soap operas are an essenital part of life... Back to the novel, rant over. Amy, in the book, is not the modern woman that she is categorised as, or perhaps she'd be demanding real parity with Alfred. Meanwhile Alfred isn't a character at all, he is a blameless, saintly cog that keeps the plot rolling downhill and supports the author's skewed contentions. Are there women like Amy in the real world? Of course, there are. To argue all women are Amy, or at least becoming like Amy... nope. Feminism isn't flawed because women want all the advantages men have and none of the disadvantages, feminism is undermined by those individuals who do- who treat it like a buffet. You wouldn't argue we shouldn't do good because sometimes we do bad- and you shouldn't argue women should be silent because sometimes when they speak they're talking nonsense- I've heard enough men do that too. Normally when I review I try to seperate the message from the art- as I hate reviewers who can't enjoy or praise skill in someone because their political views don't chime with theirs. In this though, the message is so central, that I find, regardless of the occasional lovely turn of phrase, I just can't recommend it. Until I wrote this I also hadn't realised quite how much this book annoyed me. Right, I'm off to do the washing-up, because it's my turn.