Honeymoons are a miserable lot of talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, especially global ones, and on this plane trip the talk quotient is tripled by the catastrophe of the groom being a writer. He's also 52 and the bride 32, a real talk-problem. on and Kay got married after only eight weeks of courtship and now, on their honeymoon, they're trying to get introduced again. She'd said, ""No ring, no sex"". It as such a novel sentiment that he'd fallen in love with her and married her. Lon's first wife died five years ago, Kay is a divorcee, both are Catholics--civil marriage. He has a manic depressive alcoholic son; her daughter is pretty rattled also. (Both kids fortunately are back in the States.) Lon himself is a bullish, sarcastic guy-- ven carries a gun--but, well, you like him, his instincts are good. Kay is lively, alert, and more vital. But the fact is, Lon may have a fatal carcinoma in his throat, and he won't know for sure until the honeymoon is over. Kay mercifully doesn't know anything about this, or the novel would start leaking tears. In short, subway prose for tired secretaries going home to Brooklyn. Fiction is not Bishop's orte.