This autobiographical novel, an interior self-portrait of the poet H. D. (1886-1961) is what can best be described as a find, ' a posthumous treasure. In writing HERmione, H.D. returned to a year in her life that was peculiarly blighted. She was in her early twenties--a disappointment to her father, an odd duckling to her mother, an importunate, overgrown, unincarnated entity that had no place... Waves to fight against, to fight against alone...'I...