This isn't much of a novel and it's a trifling enterprise at best. Esther Wells, a dominant woman of middle years and advanced dimensions, leaves her husband after a drastic diet subjects their tolerance for each other to extreme duress. An empty stomach also goes to Alan's head--he has an affair with his secretary (half her age and size). Esther holes up in a dirty basement flat, eating compulsively, and confiding most of this to her best friend Phyllis who tries to persuade her to return home; so does her grown son; and so, finally, does Alan. It is semi-sophisticated but it is not as funny as it should be--a No-Cal story which verbalizes lots of ideas about men versus women--faint fulminations of the feminine mystique.