Jason and Ann Cutler had wanted to spend a quiet summer in the country. Just what prompted them then to rent a bungalow at Hector's Pond Colony, deep in the borscht belt. they could never afterwards explain. But as one of the denizens of Hector's might have put it, quiet their summer wasn't. From the outset, Hector's resembled nothing so much as an organized madhouse. The colony loudspeaker blared incessantly. Flying squads of old colonists waylaid Jason at each turn, signing him up for every imaginable activity from softball to "Saturday Night Whoopee. Tides of children swept periodically through the Cutler's bungalow, leaving emotional exhaustion and an empty icebox in their wake. Through it all Ann somehow managed to keep her perspective and her sense of humor - managed to take in stride the lunatic social pecking order which prevailed among the older colonists, the kleptomaniac neighbor and even the ghastly mah jong games with the girls. But Jason was frankly undone. His incessant complaints became so ill-considered that Ann finally lost patience and accused him of developing into a Jewish anti-Semite. Ad of course the ensuing quarrel gave the colony vamp precisely the opportunity she needed. Norman Ober's fast, funny Bungalow Nine is a wildly comic novel with a serious undertone. The incompatibility between the urbane and cultivated Cutlers and the frantically convivial, hopelessly vulgar colonists may have been extreme, but Jason was to learn that even the rowdiest extroverts at Hector's were capable of displaying virtues which Jason was not sure he had himself.