This and that; odds and ends -- a paragraph, a page, a verse, intermittent excerpts from a grandfather's diary ""Do not read until I'm dead""; now and then -- perhaps more then with that Mormon Pentecostal tent still the canopy of ""Dooley's"" childhood when she was part of a Jack Mormon family (non-practicing). But then ""Goddam it all because I can't get away from it."" And now -- riding the freeway home to Pasadena because of someone, Lee, who was only sometimes there -- ""security is a little piece of hash left lying in the window sill"" -- or wondering about his other women -- or remembering the marriage that was and then wasn't to Tobe. Until she goes home when her father dies and in the actuality of his disintegration finds some semblance of her autobiographical self for the first time. This is compared to Joan Didion but it's not quite that untogether together -- this is an unhappy girl, not a destitute one as she waits for ""empty elevators."" En route upward since she's got a certain talent if she can strengthen it with something more than instantaneity.