In this book all the characters are unlikeable, one dimensional, which fails to make you care about any of them. Pippa seems vacant, lazy even stupid. She seems to float from one man to the next and each time it is the men that seem to make her what she is. The first affair with a teacher made her homeless, another affair made her sexually promiscuous. Her marriage made her housewifely. And the book ends with the entrance of another man and another life. Why, in this day an age, write a character who's so incapable of make her own way in life? Is Miller making some kind of commentary about choice or the lack of it? Or does she just enjoy making women look weak?
To top it all off, Miller's writing was limited. She uses metaphors, for example a wounded fawn to project fragility, that are just too obvious which makes you feel patronised. The language is simple, and in some parts I felt as if it was more like a film script with a quick description of a character, rather than getting to know that character through what they do or say.
If a man had of wrote this I'd have said it was misogynistic.