There is something dated about this book (published 1988), but if you are willing to accept that, then the book can be very enjoyable. Polly Alter, 39, a recently divorced feminist who makes a living on the fringes of the art world of NYC, decides to write a biography of Lorin Jones, a female painter whose works are gaining appreciation almost 20 years after her death. At the onset, Polly is convinced that Lorin was mistreated, silenced and exploited by the male chauvinist pigs in her life. But was she? As she conducts more and more interviews with people who knew Lorin Jones, she realizes that Lorin, far from being a helpless victim, did her own share of exploiting and using. How can a biography that tells the truth about Lorin Jones remain true to her feminist principles? On top of this professional dilemma, she is torn apart by the fact that her teenage son decides to spend a semester with his dad in far-away Colorado. Before she knows it, she has one, then two Lesbian housemates who turn out to be far from good friends.
The outdated aspect of the book is the old-style feminism that Polly and her friends espouse. Men are the enemy, and women have a monopoly on goodwill, that type of thing. This is taken to comedic extremes by Jeanne, a lipstick Lesbian who manipulates Polly into accomodating first herself, then her girlfriend Betsy, in Polly's apartment. The scene where Jeanne and Betsy try to convince Polly to send her son to a far-away boarding school, or, at the very least, to stow him away in the cramped spare room while they continue to occupy his room, made me both wince and laugh.
I would say that this book has two themes. The first is that every life is lived in shades of grey. No one is all "good" or all "bad", just like some people remember Lorin Jones as a ruthless opportunist and others as a kind aunt. The second theme is a critique of a specific type of feminism that dictates that everything a woman does is by definition noble, especially if her actions manage to cause embarassment or pain to a man.
All of this is rolled into a very well-written story with a protagonist who engages our sympathies. Polly's own experiences and needs, especially her desire to have her son live with her, and her heterosexuality, conflict with her feminist principles. She also comes to the conclusion that her so-called feminist friend Jeanne is a hypocrite : Jeanne uses the same classical feminine wiles (tears, pouting, then extreme devotion to home-making) to manipulate Polly into letting her stay in the apartment that Jeanne herself condemns in women in heterosexual relationships. Sometimes you want to shake Polly, sometimes you want to shout at her to stop being so silly, but in the end, you root for her to make the right decision. And on the very last pages, it does appear like she will.