Subtitled ""dawn to dawn in the life of a publisher's bright young man"" -- this is not only a ""sophisticated big-city novel"" but an expose of all the worst aspects of publishing. Personally, I disliked the book intensely, so it is difficult for me to see basis for the publisher's enthusiasm. Here's the pattern- worn a bit thin from overuse these days:- Richard Eliot dabbling in an affaire with Laura, and avoiding committing himself on divorce; Mary, Richard's wife, getting herself out on a limb with a flash-in-the-pan affaire with Monroe, son of her boss; a bit of anti-semitism, a bit of implied per declares his passion for Richard; a there, no holds barred; cocktail parties, barrows all the rest of the mess, on various levels- a distasteful melange, with sophistication. As for the publishing background- it too seems to portraiture, and every phase that could subject itself to given full play. Even the hero's emotional struggles seemed to me so any decision would be in for an upset with the next morning's hangover...For like to feel they are acquiring inside gossip sub rosa -- and want it with trim it is.