An imitation of a French novel which is given to talk, small talk, the pursuit of love- some of it quite sensual, and the emotional reconstruction of Mark Cotter, an American in Paris, who had hit a dead spot after the war and a divorce from his wife. Dis-spirited, disabused, and a rather wan figure of a man, Mark begins to take interest again with his meeting with Monique, young, self-possessed, and determined to avoid the liens of love which might jeopardize her independence. After an abortive attempt at an affair- which Monique is not up to, the suicide of her father- a collaborationist, Monique runs away to Algiers with a young Communist where she is even further mired in unhappiness until Mark comes to take her back with him... The backwash of the war, the confusion of emotions and ideologies, as a frame for a slender story extended beyond its actual substance. And much of the passion, pink and white as it is, will not escape conservative censure.