Irene, a newspaperwoman, who has shattered the pattern of her wellborn Italian family, to live alone- and live with an intellectual lover Pietro, now looks backward- and forward to the rather sketchy rewards of her emancipation. For while one sister took the protection of the veil, another that of a middle class marriage, Irene has also found no real happiness except that of ""understanding""; she has achieved a certain equalization of the sexes- but at the expense of excitement; individuality while sacrificing the small, personal, feminine gratifications. And that abstraction freedom -- a freedom ""which doesn't reduce them to nothing"" is proved ultimately meaningless.... A still life, rather than a novel, this is an evaluation of experience through its many small insights and illuminations and Alba de Cespedes (The Best of Husbands, The Secret) is- like Colette- a highly sensitive interpreter of the impalpable, equivocal relationship between men and women.