Josie, arch organizer, paragon of feast givers, frenetic, old-fashioned, a real bouncer through life, dominates the stage-- her restaurant, La Corona, in the Italian section of San Francisco. Episodes tumble innocuously across the pages: Josie gives a ""save the restaurant"" party; Dom, Josie's nephew, falls in and then out of favor with a society girl; Pasquale, the cook, receives his family from Sicily: thousands of dollars are found in poor, dead Beppo's accordion; Dom marries Lena (crisis!) the slow and heavy waitress, etc., etc. In this tale of ""love the great woman, but lead your own life, man"" there's little else but that to say about it. One might think that the abbreviated episodes, told through barest reportage, are an attempt to simulate the here.... gone quality of life; but on second thought, the hurried technique seems to be only a concession to readers. The author's reality is Josie and her book is a loving, slightly chastising, eulogy. Pleasant at best and no more.