Out of the pain of her long-term affair with married poet Cecil Day Lewis came this novel of two sisters, one married, one having an affair with her sister's husband. As always, Lehmann's writing is pithy and intense, full of poignant descriptions of the inner lives of her cast. But I found it hard to empathize or even sympathize with any of the characters. And the constant flashbacks were confusing and annoying. I'm still not sure exactly what happened when. In the end, I guess that didn't matter, because it was one betrayal and angst-ridden interview after another, so any order would do. I stopped reading about 50 pages before the end because I ceased to care what happened.