This for your sophisticates, your intellectuals -- not for the conservatives seeking a good love story. But a love story it is, built in a new pattern, with the reversal of the time honored ""demi-vierge"" motif. The story of a divorcee who sees a man for what he is -- a stuffed shirt, afraid of reality -- but who loves him, who wants him -- and who fails to get him. It is the man who is the ""demi-vierge"", willing to go just so far and no farther, but fooling himself as to his motives and the result. The story is told in stream of consciousness for the most part; the action is somewhat parenthetical, the dialogue is skillfully interwoven. One feels almost on the inside looking out, following each step of the woman's mental processes, seeing the man's processes by reflection. On looking back, one realizes that the response is largely intellectual rather than emotional, but it is intriguing reading, with scarcely a waste word. Far and away the best novel she has done.