In a small Michigan town, in the late 1950s, the widow Etta Klein - wealthy and Jewish - has for more than thirty years relied for aid, comfort, and companionship on her Black housekeeper Harriet Gibbs. Between Aunt Harry and Etta, a relationship has developed that is closer than a friendship, yet not quite a marriage. They are inseparable, at once absurdly unequal and defined by a comic codependence. Forever mourning the early death of her favorite son, Sargent, Etta has all but adopted Aunt Harrys nephew, the precocious, gay seventeen-year-old Oliver, who has been raised by both women. Oliver is facing down his departure to college - and fending off the advances of Ettas cook, Nella Mae - when the household is disrupted by the arrival of a self-proclaimed warlock, one Maurice LeFleur, who has convinced Etta and Harry that he might be able to contact Sargent in the afterlife . . . Ladies of the Rachmaninoff Eyes was the debut of the extraordinary Henry Van Dyke, whose witty and outrageous novels look back to the sparkling, elaborate comedies of Ronald Firbank and forward to postmodern burlesques like Fran Rosss Oreo. There is nothing else quite like them in American fiction.