Stella Gibbons was a brilliant but, in my opinion, rather uneven writer. Her use of language, and evocation of her characters as real people, is always impressive. Anyone wanting to learn more about the mechanics of good prose, can learn a lot from reading a few of her works. However, for me, the satisfyingness of her stories vary quite a lot. This one did not click with me. I kept having the feeling that it was meant to be a different sort of story, but "got away from her". It is set in a dismal time and place: England in the countryside, directly post-war, when the scarcity of material comforts - even food - dominated daily life. As a study of what it's like to live in a country that has endured years of war, it could read as a cautionary tale, for those who have not studied history, and don't see what's wrong with repeating it. (Americans, take note.) One thing I never knew till this book, is that young Italian men who were prisoners of war, were basically being used as slave labor on English farms. They were, it seems actually paid a pittance (so, not "real" chattel slaves). But they were not free to go home (seems they had to "work off" their passage home, like indentured servants), not free to NOT work, and not even free to change employers if they didn't like the work, or the conditions of their lodging, or the rude, xenophobic and verbally abusive way the "employer" was treating them.