Long before there was a Jackie Collins, a Harold Robbins, or any of the others, John O'Hara was proving, again and again, that the sins and secrets of the so-called "beautiful people" could be presented with style and subtlety. He proved this in "Butterfield 8" and "Ten North Frederick," but never better than in "From the Terrace." Alfred Eaton, his driving, driven anti-hero, ranks with his earlier Joey Evans in terms of being a rogue with style. You like and envy him while despising everything he stands for. More than anything, though, you pity him. You realise, long before he himself does, that what's driving him is his desire to outshine his domineering father and over-achieving older brother, dead of meningitis at age eleven. Alfred Eaton is a rogue, but one with a conscience, something he doesn't realise ultil it's almost too late. A stunning character study and a stunning book, which, some 41 years after it was written, still packs a wallop.