Saves itself at the end. McCullers does lonely and unfulfilled promises better than anyone but here it comes perilously close to tipping over into ennui, a forgotten trombone v. a trombone solo at a jazz funeral. She rescues the ship in the last 30 pages but not before forgetting to bring strong characters and a vivid setting on board.

Worst of the 3 I've read but still McCullers, the genius. Will press on and read "Golden Eye" and "Sad Cafe."