This is the first American presentation of an English writer whose books have appeared at infrequent intervals, most recently My Dog Tulip which dealt with the author's relationship with a dog. Here too Evie, an exceptional Alsatian bitch, is central to the story which, however, concerns more broadly the varieties of love and the tragi-comedy of its pursuit. It is told, in the first person, by Frank- and involves his attachment to Johnny, a very personable young man who is serving a prison term. Johnny is the owner of Evie, and during the course of the action here- which largely pertains to Frank's efforts to appropriate Evie- it becomes quite obvious that Evie is his lien with Johnny. And while he is inevitably to be just as possessed- by Evie, the dog remains unattainable while Johnny's family, a scruffy lot, keep Evie out of his reach although chafing in chains in their wretched backyard... Ackerley is a subtle writer- for tastes perhaps to be acquired, and not too easily by an American audience which may find the British lower class idiom a difficult one.