On the one hand, this is a moving evocation of the fears and miseries of childhood and the frustrations of wife- and motherhood on the other, the sheer mass of intensely recalled minutiae is slow moving rather than dramatic. Strong elements of autobiography seem to be present here (Stacey's mother's name is Isabelle so is the author's mother, to whom the book is dedicated) it seems that no memory or detail has been omitted. Writing of the ''anger and despair and frustration and weariness'' of motherhood, French nevertheless comes to the conclusion that raising and nurturing children are woman's only true and emotionally satisfying role. The plight of women who hold down jobs at the same time they are raising families is also depicted with rare accuracy. French's descriptions of the bone-wearying, endless domestic drudgery of poverty-stricken women are among the most authentic work she has ever done the travail of the weekly laundry routine is rendered in details no reader will forget. Eternally victimized in this male-dominated culture, women are deprived of comfort, love, security and peace of mind. Men are the villains here: tyrannical fathers who terrorize or desert their progeny. Stacey finds that in each generation women make bitter sacrifices for the sake of their offspring, while the children, especially the daughters, bitterly resent what they see as their mothers' guilt-producing martyrdom they, in turn, seem destined to repeat their mothers' lives. Nearing 50, twice divorced, she is severely depressed, and she looks back at the lives of her mother and grandmother, and forward to the lives of her two daughters, to try to understand the cause.

The narrator, born Anastasia Dabrowski, has by dint of a hard-won career as an intrepid photographer, achieved an independent identity as Stacey Stevens. French limns the lives of four generations of women in a Polish-American family. The writing is rich in detail and insight but marred by an excess of feminist zeal that paints all men as autocratic monsters who are unable to love their children. Not as shrill as The Women's Room but with a fund of trenchant observations about women's roles, French's hefty new novel, which appears on the 10th anniversary of her fiction debut, is a powerful if flawed work.

Beyond Power by Marilyn French