Young artist in search of himself, another variation on an old theme, by a man best known as a short story writer. He writes well, with feeling, lyricism; but he seems to me to lack a fundamental sense of story, his characterization is foggy, one has a sense of his writing for the sake of writing, rather than for a story he has to tell. Steve, seeking a primitive background for his life as an artist, takes his wife to a cabin on the edge of a lake in New York state. She resents his absorption in his work -- but it takes the injection of new people into their life, and tragedy, to uproot her and send her back to the city. Only then does Steve, in permanent separation, find that he is really painting with greater honesty than ever before. Uneven in interest.