I read this book 30 years ago, when I was a student at the University of California at Santa Cruz. Reviewing it now is a little funny--I know if I went back and read it again--or just paged through it--I'd likely feel a letdown. That's how it usually works with books you read in your college days. But on the other hand I carry certain images around with me from this book. If someone asked me now, tell me about this book, I could remember a few things. The one moment that stands out most is when the two lovers try to touch one another and can't. It dawns on you, that's right, they're ghosts--ghosts can't touch each other. Why did this make such an impression and still stays with me? Something bigger, a reverberation, I think. For one thing, there is a level at which you can take this book which has to do with touching ghosts and you are not the ghost--the ghost is someone you love who has died. Or the ghost is you in the past, in a place and time, and that is out of reach--you can't touch it. Remember the film Blowup? early-mid 60's. All that deep funereal green grass hid ghosts. Ghosts are with us. Peter, if you read this, send me a note or e-mail if you feel like it- Ed Brooks