It begins on December 31, 1979. Liz Headland, Alix Bowen, and Esther Breuer - "the oldest of old friends," part of one another's lives since their Cambridge days twenty-five years earlier - have gathered at Liz's home, where a sprawling New Year's Eve party is about to begin...
Liz is perfectly pulled together, as always; unassumingly elegant ("quite satisfactory," she might say). A successful psychotherapist, she handles career, marriage (twenty years), children (five), and an active social life (two hundred friends expected tonight), with an almost unnatural ease: to the world she seems a rock of good sense, warmth and strength...
Alix, glowing with health, is there without her husband. He'll arrive later; she's completely understanding. She's also compulsively generous, and committed: to her husband, her sons, her friends, and her students; young women in prison - her commitments burning on a fuel of highly politicized ideals and volatile romanticism...
Esther looks familiarly eccentric (but precisely groomed) in her well-worn embroidered Chinese dress. Diminutive in stature, she stands out by virtue of an arresting strength of mind and a fantastic array of interests: from the obscure Italian Renaissance artist who is her life's work to the mad contemporary Italian anthropologist who is her life's obsession...
Three friends with good lives - not extravagant, not without problems, but full and fulfilling, lived with intelligence and ardor, and studded with pleasures. Yet, as the seventies give way to the eighties, what each ahs assumed for herself, what each has grown accustomed to, gives way to the unexpected and to upheaval. As we follow them through the next five years, we see their world changing around them and we see each woman confronted with difficult, often painful, truths - about this new world and, more profoundly, about herself within it.
The narrative, woven through with the past, reveals the intertwining roads the women have.