This is about in the crudest sense, a bok about what men will put up with, in order to get laid. Being by Cabell, there is a great deal more in it than that, and a good deal of insight into male-female relationships. ( )

A quite absurd, cyclical, repetitive, mercurial, occasionally brilliant, musing of the journey from naivety to maturity*. Cabell uses token fantasy and reworked mythologies in frivolous, if erudite, fashion. I found most of the book a chore to read and at the end a most unnecessary book.

*Maturity thought of by white, southern (American) males, with not a small bit of chivalry, complete with its inherent misogyny. ( )

Been a very long time since I've read this, but I do remember not anticipating liking this one very much--because of the cover or the blurb?--reading it last after Jurgen, Figures of Earth, The Silver Stallion, Cream of the Jest and maybe one other Cabell book I could conjure up . . . But I ended up liking this, along with the Silver Satllion, best. These two books are what I'd recommend to anyone curious about Cabell. ( )