This is the sort of book that, by today's odd standards of reviewing fiction, seems destined to get lost in the back page, brief coverage section of newspaper book sections. It is, however, a competent character study of an engaging personality. It could easily have been tasteless. Laurie Gibson, twenty-two years old, working in publishing and an expatriate from shabby gentility in the South, has had a dream of New York. Unfortunately, he had entered the city through Greenwich Village and when the book opens, he has just determined to leave off the homosexual relationship that had enabled him to move up in the New York of fine restaurants and plush backgrounds he had dreamed of. He found his own apartment in an old brownstone and his loneliness, combined with his sensitivity, drove him to make the place his own. He literally absorbed the lives of his young lady, her small daughter, her aging mother and in the process made himself his own man. The sensational subject seldom gets so gentle a treatment or so hopeful an ending. Short and bittersweet.