This remarkable novel by Elaine Kraf received almost no attention when it was first published in 1979. For whatever reasons, America was not ready for this dream-like look at life inside the head of a young woman, a struggling artist, living in New York's Upper West Side and coping with the ravages of manic-depression. Not only did Kraf take on a dark and disturbing subject, she did so in an utterly original, witty, and inventive manner -- a provocative move, even in the liberated culture of the 1970s. And, while others have since expanded upon the territory that Kraf was mining, one still has to go as far back as the early down-and-out-in-Paris novels of Jean Rhys to find a writer who so boldly and honestly portrays a smart, sardonic, attractive, but deeply troubled woman fighting to survive on her own in the city.
Late summer, wine with strawberries, and "the radiance" of manic depression, art, and the city. "I am glad I have the radiance [...] Perhaps it is a virus--a virus causing my being to expand and glow instead of causing nausea and weakness."