Once again Frances Winwar gives vitality to another Romanticist, George Sand, that erratic, mystical, devastating creature with a dynamic, insatiable hunger, the search for emotional, intellectual, spiritual consummation. A strange marriage- then Paris and the love of Jules Sandeau- and the sudden glory of literary fa. Writing never dominated her life, as a procession of famous lovers passed through her homes,- beautiful, madly jealous de Muet, sensitive, brilliant Chopin, etc. The great and the near great flocked to her salon, Dunas, ainte-Beuve, Flaubert, Ltine, Lit. er religion- her politics- deftly molded and set against a revolutionary, chaotic era. Frances Winwar has given us the woman and her times.