A strange, symbolic book -- the story of three generations over whom the influence of a Japanese print hung, in almost sinister fashion. A psychological novel, morbid, introspective, a variation on the stream of consciousness method of handling. Intensely moving, searing at times, but obscure, uncertain. The first part -- with the study of a boy's adolescence -- is the best of the whole, though the last section seems to gather momentum and bring many loose threads together. It is just possible that the story might go on ""snob appeal"" if it happened to get the same sort of impetus The Fountain got. But I doubt it. The three panelled story takes from the focus; the romance in each generation is tragic; the story, while it fascinates, is not easy reading. Watch it.