Four Winds (by Thomas W. Phipps) has to do with an immensely rich, exceedingly harassed, many-times-married heiress. All about her Palm Beach house are nest-featherers and heiress-fleecers: aunts and doctors and private secretaries, former and future husbands. The heiress herself is usually up and about by midafternoon, a sort of party-girl Ophelia given to the champagne shakes. Then a visiting poet takes her for a day in the sunshine and bids her go away and find herself.
Four Winds is rather like something by Noel Coward as adapted by a German moralist and retranslated...
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