The last night at the Ritz

About this book

The lives and friendship of two women. Time states: "They both were young during World War II when college boys sang 'You can easily tell she's not my mother, 'cause my mother's 49.' This is a novel about then and now mostly in Boston, about women with character and brains and what happens to them, about marriage, about the wear and tear of living, about the manners and aspirations of a generation that endured to see its values -- not well defended but well believed in -- derided across the generation gap. The genre is women's fiction, and the book lapses occasionally into jargon and sentimentality. But in a very short compass, with extraordinary deftness, humor and a rueful shrewdness edging toward wisdom, it rises above genre to something not unlike small genius. "Nowadays, everyone knows a little something about the mind," thinks the lady, "though it doesn't seem to have helped as much as one could wish." --Time 11/19/1973.