Are the glamor islands of the South Pacific all ""fia fia""- symbols of escape to happiness and irresponsibility? James Ullman in this new novel presents what he sees as the answer. That the white man and the aftermath of war bringing so-called civilization in one gulp to simple primitive people with their own way of life has brought a kind of suicide of a race. He has told his story through the eyes of Carr, one-time flier, who had spent some idyllic months on Tiara (an imaginary island) -- and had sloughed it off, on his return stateside, married and failed in marriage twice, abandoned a promising career for an alcoholic haze- and finally returned to try to recapture the old magic. And he finds what? -- The girl is dead, the people do not know him- but he finds a son, a rebellious boy, feeling himself a reject and misfit. He finds destruct and dismay over the projected conversion into a tourist mecca. He finds a girl, almost as at loose ends as himself. Plenty happens before the threads are brought together. The picture is not a pretty one- but in the end, the islanders' rebellion produces a measure of understanding and Carr himself finds hope in a solution to some of his own problems, along with those of his son- and the girl who is willing to give him another chance. The pace sometimes lags, seems repetitive, as with more than usual meaning behind it.