Pretty maudlin and extravagant autobiography of a Lesbian, which alienates the reader by the lack of that restraint which made The Well of Loneliness a moving and genuine book. There are some pretty squishy love passages, with a cheapness of interpretation which belies their validity. The story traces the dawning suspicion that she is not like other women; she goes into her affair with Carl, a six-months' test of the possibility of normal heterosexual relations, and she proves to herself that she cannot attain physical satisfaction with a man. Then comes -- in full detail -- the account of the two big affairs of her life, first with a contemporary, then with a younger woman, who turns out to be her life mate. One wonders how this book will pass censorship.