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).
When Margery Latimer died in childbirth in 1932 at the age of
thirty-three, she left behind a small body of published and unpublished
fiction. Ironic, distancing, and somewhat surreal, Latimer explores
sexuality and the unconscious in a midwestern setting.