Very satisfying domestic horror. Not sure if this is a problem or an asset, but there's such a wide gap between what the reader knows (or thinks he knows -- but, yeah, pretty much knows, based on the slightest second-hand knowledge of the plot) and what Rosemary knows, at times one gets overpowered by exasperation at her incuriosity and inability to pick up a clue. Nevertheless: HAIL IRA LEVIN! HAIL SATAN!