The three women--the black mammy, the artist mother, and the Southern belle wife--are all interesting in their own right, and Bill Faulkner's vulnerabilities are showcased. This triple, or quadruple, literary history, completely documented, definitely tells you more than Milford's "Zelda" did. All four people were of course intimates. One wishes one could sit in, say, the Rowan Oak dining room and see them interact.