Purslans, quietly published by a university press, caused a mild revolution in critical circles, where the book was acclaimed as an American classic. Now comes the author's second book, again indicating a rare gift of understanding of the human equation, of a gift for interpretation of the undramatic scene. She has chosen a small Southern town -- and has lifted off the roofs so that we can see what goes on beneath them. It is a sort of Main Street of the South, with Nancy Huntington, restless matron approaching forty, seeking to find herself and save herself from the intolerances, the pettinesses of the town. At times, Miss Harris seems obscure, groping; she hampers the pace of her story by interpolating stories written by her heroine, as part of her effort to escape. But, as a whole, the book emerges as an honest study of the psychology of a town.