A psychological noveL- for women primarily- of a young war widow who rebuilds a new life for herself on the resemblance of a man, chance encountered, to her dead husband. But in that very process of rebuilding, she almost destroys the man and the chance of a new life together, for always it is ""Alec"" she is grasping, shadow or reality? And not Mark, who has suffered and lost and is only slowly finding himself, first through companionship and the hope of escape, then through growing love. The story is set in New York City; the people talk and think and are like people one knows, for the most part. But somehow, there's an unreality about the whole, a thinness, a tenuousness of plot and substance. Wholly different from anything of Christine Weston's I have read -- not for those who want another Indigo; Rather for those who are themselves lost in a ""dark wood""-caught in the meshes of postwar adjustments.