June Akers Seese's second novel is about books and the people who read
them: it's about a rare-book dealer and his mistress, set in that era
when words like "mistress" were still used, and recalling the years when
Lenny Bruce, Edith Piaf, and Freud might share the same paragraph in an
after-hours night spot. Seese writes movingly, tightly, without recourse
to adjectives, from the gut and to the gut.