Interviewing Matisse or the Woman Who Died Standing Up

Lily, Molly, and Inez are women of a certain age, of a certain bearing, of a certain class. Late one dire night, Molly telephones from Connecticut to catch Lily up with the news: Inez's corpse — near—naked but wearing boots — has been discovered propped up "like a broom" in a corner of her Soho loft. It is an occasion ripe for an all—night heart—to—heart conversation, bouncing deliriously from one evasion to the next — until the pair of talk—crazy, talk—weary women have successfully diverted themselves with all the wonderfully vagrant stuff of life . . . with everything, in fact, except grief.