In this novel, the central character Sally Alder has traded in the edgy existence of a hard-living, cattle-country bar singer for a respectable career as a history professor. However, the bequest of a wealthy poetess gives Sally an opportunity to revisit the scene (and perhaps the meaning) of her prior life.
The plot careens in several directions. First, Sally renews a relationship with a former boyfriend, whose love-making now combines the mature sophistication of middle age with the stamina of an adolescent. (Perhaps this is plausible. I can only testify to the possibility of the opposite mixture.)
Next, Sally unravels the mysterious background of the poetess. Finally, she survives the self-thwarting schemes of a right-wing militia and a selfish set of sexist professors.
I can curl up with writing like this (p. 100):
"People on the high plains got real squirrelly the week before Thanksgiving. They knew there'd be a snowstorm that would shut down the roads relatives would try to travel, strand thousands in the Denver airport en route to turkey dinners and family feuds, generally [mess] up everyone's plans and leave the world so [dang] silent and beautiful into the bargain that you felt guilty for resenting the inconvenience."
In fact, I can say without hesitation that of all books in the comic-western/mystery-romance/academic-feminist genre, this is the best that I have ever read. But you have to be open to that kind of crazy concoction to enjoy this novel. If you prefer to keep Larry McMurtry, Sara Paretsky, and A.S. Byatt in separate places, then this might not be your cup of tea.