This is a different sort of book about the readjustment problem of the returned veteran. John Fleming came back, all in one piece, thinking he wanted to find things just the same. He even hoped to recapture lost rapture through drink and women and luxury, but it didn't work. He was bored- and angry and hurt. He was an alien in the nightclub- country club- cocktail party set. He had a chance to get back his lost love but found he didn't want her. He couldn't even work again on his sculpture to his satisfaction. He went to the Laurentians and found physical exhaustion in tough skiing a good purgative. He came back to face the reality of his best friend's death, and the survival of his widow and child. He found himself again in an idea for a war memorial which carried the message he wanted of what war signified. And he knew that his future happiness lay in his need for Davis' widow and son. It's lush, but vivid; it's sordid on a de luxe scale, and libraries will want to check it over.