A book of happenings. Alec Webb, ex-newspaperman, husband, father, alcoholic who has been playing officially dead by bumming it by the sea just happens to bed down a Dean of Women the night before a protest parade. She happens to be going to it and he decides to return to San Francisco since his daughter might happen to be involved. She is. She happens to have been dating the original initiator of the march, one Sam, who has since copped out, dismayed at his own Hitleresque persuasiveness and power. In the meantime Alec's ex-wife happens to having been dating the editor of the newspaper that has been vehemently against the huge demonstration...the only man Alec happens to run into who recognizes him when he returns. Back at the parade Alec's daughter Kate happens to assume charge in Sam's absence. Where's Sam? He happens to be at Kate's apartment when Alec arrives and like lemmings they drift to the demonstration just in time to watch the peaceful marchers collide with a rival faction and every drunken sailor in sight leap into the act. Righteousness turns into rape and riot and we carry on for pages. An earnest attempt to show members of both generations in the process of finding themselves that gets lost in all the action. So does the reader. We're raining on this parade.