Susan Clegg has lived alone since her father's death, and in that solitude she's developed certain opinions about men - particularly about the peculiar contentment that supposedly comes from matrimony. When Elijah Doxey, a newspaper editor, proposes rooming in her home, Susan faces the practical and social complications of sharing her space with a man in 1907. Her friend Mrs. Lathrop, along with the rest of their small community, seems puzzled by her hesitation. Isn't a man in the house what every respectable woman should want? But Susan isn't so certain. Anne Warner transforms what could be a simple situation into something far more pointed: a comedy of manners that quietly dissects the era's most cherished fictions about women's happiness. Through Susan's sharp observations and self-deprecating humor, the novel asks whether independence and domestic contentment are truly compatible, or whether the world simply won't allow a woman to find out on her own terms. The humor lands because it's grounded in real social observation - the gossip, the assumptions, the unbearable certainty of married women that single life must be incomplete. For readers who enjoy early feminist wit, comic novels of manners, or anyone curious about how women writers of the early 20th century thought about freedom and domesticity.
