I read this book because I remember Clements' 'The Dog Is Us' as perceptive and funny (about the very generation depicted in this book). I would call this a modern comedy of 'manners' except that it's not funny and characters' manners are more interesting when they come across as decorous, subtle in their expressions of thoughts and emotions, judiciously withholding (as in Jane Austen). Clements does capture these contemporary arty well-heeled people and their self-absorbed sensibilities, and their thoughts and sometimes rude exchanges seem real, of the times. I was amused and kept reading though I kept thinking the story and people would be more interesting from an omniscient point of view -- a point of view that considered not only this house party, but 'the help' and peripheral characters and how they saw this party of witty neurotics (witty except for the 'comedian' character, who was not funny). The ending merely petered out. Anyway, there are some genuine insights, into people I did not really care about but that's okay. This is about the neurotic problems of people who have no real problems.