I have no idea why I loved this book, but I did. Maybe because the language, though stiff and formal, is beautiful, like a preserved rose. There's also something wonderfully pre-Freudian about the characters. True, just about everyone in the book is half cracked, but in this universe, they're allowed to be. What a delight to be reminded that there was a time, before Oprah's tele-shrink ministry, and mass prozac-taking, and the proliferation of bad shrinks, when eccentrics were tolerated. Now, they're cured. Purdy's novel is eccentric to beat the band, but great fun.