When Margery Latimer died in childbirth in 1932, she left behind a small body of published and unpublished fiction. Only 33, Latimer had not yet established a reputation and she is virtually unknown today. This book changes that. The stories reveal a writer working in a distinctly modern idiom. Latimer's style is ironic, distancing, and somewhat surreal as she explores sexuality and the unconscious in a recognizable midwestern setting. Because of her interest in women as artists and her attention to the details of repressed lives, Latimer has been called both a feminist Sherwood Anderson and a midwestern Nathalie Sarraute.
"Margery Latimer belongs to the tradition . . . of Katherine Mansfield and D.H. Lawrence. The genius in all three cases is unmistakable--but is intensely personalized, and in her case, cut short by death. Less exquisite, less frail, less delicately formed than Katherine Mansfield's prose is hers, but the emotion behind the words cuts deeper."--Horace Gregory "Margery Latimer knows and understands human beings, particularly those who have been treated none too gently in the course of their lives. . . . The heaviness and world-weariness of her stories are balanced by the excellent craftsmanship which is the outstanding feature of her work."--The New York Times