A far cry from his biography of Galileo, The Star Gazer. This is the story of a woman, from adolescent, wistful imagining the mysteries of romance to old age, when she found that ""solitude is sad!; but it is wise and good"". She loves truly three times; first, when as little more than a child, she falls in love with a middle aged deauche, who does not take her seriously; second, after several years of widowhood, she finds romance in a love affair with a writer, only to lose him when she answers her child's need rather than her lover's; finally, in a passion for a young architect and decorator, only to lose him to her own daughter. The first part of the story seems somewhat overladen with details of Hungarian life, and the plot limps a bit; half way through, it gathers pace, and holds the interest to the end. Thoroughly European in the point of view about romance, this might be defined as the biography of a woman's erotic life, and wont appeal to your conservatives. On the other hand, it is thoroughly objective -- not keyed to the sensation seeker.