This scarce book, apparently Omarr's only solo novel, was sold as sleaze, yet (according to the back cover) is "one of the tenderest love stories ever written", and is "funny in the tragic way that reality always is". It was originally published in 1957. After this, Omarr worked on a book with Henry Miller and became one of the leading writers of books on astrology. This copy has front cover rubbing, short tears at the spine ends, a light reading crease on the spine and a fc corner crease. Otherwise, this is a nice solid book with intact binding and no markings or writing.