[Equinox] probes into the mind of a mature woman with an emotional problem—a marriage wearing out, a faiblesse for another man—but [Figes] writes so affectedly it's hard to follow the story. Tiny pointilliste paragraphs proliferate, often with the names replaced by personal pronouns so that you have to re-read them to make sure who they refer to. There is a plethora of interior monologue. Behind all the camp is a rather sensitive story, but it's hardly worth the labour of digging it out.

B. A. Young, "First Novels," in Punch, Vol. 250, No. 6546, February 23, 1966, p. 289.∗