Glimpse is the operative word here--since while it goes by reasonably fast, it doesn't leave much of an impression. Paul Fraser is a playwright in his mid-forties, having a long term affair with a successful, superficial actress, finding that his existence is Joyless. Surviving an overdose of barbiturates, he goes to India where first he is appalled by the country's indigence and ignorance. But escaping from the arms of a very attractive Mme. Valois, he goes on to sit at the feet of her husband, a Holy Man, becomes initiated in an ashram, at the close has a vision although he later, in attempting to write about it, fails ""to capture the wonder of what I had seen."" That's the trouble with this book which is more of a travelogue than a spiritual search.