A many colored, shifting patterned life -- this story of a woman whose restless imagination carried her into strange places, into strange jobs, the world around. Social service, hospital work, jail work, tutoring, travel agent ex officio, secretary to Tagore, secretary to Malvina Hoffman what hasn't she done, where hasn't she been, doesn't she know? One of these chatty, discursive, loose-jointed volumes of reminiscences, concerned chiefly with a potpourri of things and people, and too little of their effect on the writer, or of anything in her own being below this urge to keep going. A sort of female Halliburton -- without the sense of narrative form that gives halliburton his unfailing ability to spin a good yarn. The substance is there, but one gets a sense of mental indigestion.