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I ran into the movie of The Children's Hour on tv one night so watched it again. I thought, that's right, Lillian Hellman . . highly regarded writer of an earlier time. I should learn more about her and her writing. Hence, an Unfinished Woman was secured and eagerly fired up on the old tape player. In a tired and arrogant voice Hellman lets us know that she was a big deal in her day. Stultifyingly dull right up to the last tape when in brain-cramp agony it became the unfinished book.