Lucinderella was a pseudonym for a homegrown Grace Metalious returning now after an eight year absence, full of fame and fortune and fed up with writing novels about **!!ing. Fortunately the home folk have had enough time to recover from the shock of seeing their personal liabilities in print. But at least one member of the family, the narrator, is a little skittish: ""In one way I was almost afraid to see her at all. You got a feeling from her stories she could see your liver from across the room and had no reticence about watching it if it looked interesting, looked sick."" But ""Clamp's"" fears are soon assuaged, it appears that Lucinda has reformed. She is going through a ""literary menopause""--""I want to be in the world's great stream of consciousness."" Her current ambition is to be a garage mechanic (she loves the feel of a cold chisel). So life can carry on as usual in the family's grand hotel quaintly named ""The Homestead"" where a shotgun blast in the bedroom is classified as a household accident. There's a bank robbery, a British cousin, WASPS and Freedom sitters and enough characters to keep Lucinderella busy for the next decade; in her opinion: ""The Library of Congress is a sort of Heaven where they (characters) go if they're good."" But the Library of Congress might not be prepared for this zany tribe and it will take a reader first indoctrinated by pop.