A sometimes caustic, sometimes subtle, indirect recall of things American in post-war defeated his relatives at the interment of a wealthy the heartlessness, the rapacity of his aunt, his mother; the abandonment of his uncle's ward, an eight year old; and finally, with the letter from home that An is to marry, the memory of their last night together....The slightness, almost to the point of intangibility, of narrative here is offset by niceties of style, of perception. For women largely- but not too widely.