An acutely observed story of the doings of a mostly working-class London church and its members in the 1960s. The plot revolves around Ianthe Broome, a woman raised among wealthier folk who is looking for love while deluding herself that she isn't, and Penelope, another young woman who is frank about her search for love but seems to go about it in the wrong way. They and a wide cast of others take a springtime trip to Rome which moves the relationships forward. Interesting, and a bit strange. The characters, especially while in Rome, make incessant anti-Catholic remarks which lends a moronic feel to much of the dialogue. (They aren't Pym's opinions, obviously; she is only showing us what people of this time and place would say.) Still, it wears thin, and there isn't enough to the plot to make the dated tone worthwhile.
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