Robert James Waller, famous for authoring "Bridges of Madison County", is lesser known for his other works, "High Plains Tango", "The Long Night of Winchell Dear", "A Thousand Country Roads" and this one "Slow Waltz in Cedar Bend". "Slow Waltz in Cedar Bend" followed "Bridges of Madison County" in publication. If you liked "Bridges" you should like "Slow Waltz". While no one in their right mind would call these works literary masterpieces, they are enjoyable pieces to read, if the subject matter suits you. His work usually involves a love story, in this case professor Michael Tillman and another professor, Jim Braden's wife, Jellie Braden. Their first conversation centers on their trips to India and her marriage to Jim. "Close to her like this, gray eyes steady on his, he upgraded his earlier idea about putting her on the dean's kitchen table. The new plan involved stripping her naked, taking off his own clothes, and flying in that shimmering state of affairs, all the way to the Seychelles, first class. Upon arrival it would be a headlong and forever plunge into lubricious nirvana. He was quite certain Jellie Braden would look better than wonderful under a jungle waterfall with a red hibiscus in her hair. 'How long ago was that, when you got married?' As soon as he asked, a voice in his head groaned, you dumb ass, Tillman, why'd you say that? It's more than you need to know and too damned forward-you just met the woman.' He stood up and stomped out his cigarette on the dean's driveway. Anyplace else he field-stripped them and stuck the butts in his pocket, but not in the dean's driveway. Michael was like an old dog there, staking out his territory, making sure he left a little something behind for Arthur to sniff. She walked over to her car and put hers out in the ashtray. 'Jimmy'll complain like crazy when he sees that. He won't let me smoke at home when he's there. I'll get a lecture on our way out of here, and he'll spray the car with air freshener two minutes after we leave the driveway.' She looked at him and chewed lightly on her lower lip. 'Jimmy and I have been married for ten years. I suppose we better go inside.' He started pulling off his tie. 'You go ahead. I'm going back to my apartment and snuggle down with Joseph Conrad.' 'Nice meeting you,' Jellie Braden said. 'Same here. See you around.' She smiled. 'Sure.' And Michael thought of a waterfall in the Seychelles that would be just perfect. Fifteen months later he rode the Trivandrum Mail into south India, toward places he'd never been, looking for her."