Another Shirley Hazzard novel that seems only a step away from greatness (she got there in 'The Great Fire'!) Jenny, a young Englishwoman who has spent part of her childhood in Africa as an evacuee, comes to work in Naples after World War II, partly to free herself from a strange obsessive love for her own brother. In Naples she befriends the aristocratic Gioconda and Gioconda's tempestuous married lover Gianni, and enters into an 'almost-romance' with Jock, a dour Scots scientist with a heart of gold, with whom she takes on the role of jolly Englishwoman. Hazzard describes Naples and Gioconda's home absolutely beautifully, and is witty in her depiction of Gianni, who is both highly attractive and rather self-involved - though towards the end of the book he proves to be a very decent man. The friendship between Jenny - generally a very solitary type - and Gioconda is also well conveyed. There's a great deal to enjoy, not least Hazzard's stunning use of the English language. But I didn't feel Hazzard had quite worked out her characters' emotional lives. Jenny, for example, seems a rather distant young woman, slightly drifting in her life and never quite sure what she wants - it would have also been good to know more about what happened to her when she returned to England. And I didn't believe in the volte face towards the end of the novel, when Jock made a sudden and unexpected decision. I was also slightly puzzled by the ending - was Jenny going to renew her friendship with Gioconda or not? Would things still be good between them? Hazzard was frustratingly vague. A beautiful read in many ways, but one that doesn't seem to quite deliver all it promised.