This is a terribly ""tish"" novel about uptown gents and their matrons who fill the Times society pages, buy pop art for outrageous prices, live in $91,000 cooperatives and duplexes, and are so with it they're out of sight. In particular this centers around Mrs. Rosemary Grovenour, new star committee member for an Easter-in-Athens cancer affair. Rosemary and her husband Bayard Burton Grovenour have just moved uptown to give their marriage a second chance. Rosemary has been modishly re-styled by Bayard and has given up her artsy-craftsy past, plunges into charities, balls, high living, an ""underground"" society film a la Warhol, camp paintings, etc. She appears in Fig magazine photographed by the INmost photographer, attends a crush given by ""the golden pair of the year."" But all this society-hopping, and her allergy to the conjugal bed, only take her farther away from Bayard until she discovers she's lost him altogether.... The commercial proposition as before, very readable in a splashy kind of way.