Miss Saxton's surreal landscape, with its limp time clocks & rickety originals crisscrossed in Vectors for Seven (1970), this time supports the House of Cora Caley—a billionairess' pleasure dome of multiplying earthly delights in an Australian desert. Guests are flown in to her party, & after a servants' rebellion, a delicious rape, several deaths & the presence of her dead father slowly roasting on a spit in a thorn hedge, Cora blows the house to smithereens. "Desolate waste," she feels, "is what we need," & pedals off on her bicycle to follow her own shadow. A light fantastic with psychical & satirical antics.—Kirkus