“1800 page Neanderporn novel”. Good description.
The most improbable thing that I recall was her knowledge of simple birth control from a herb tea. Knowledge that she never shared with anyone.
I had completely forgotten about that. A little literary convenience to keep reality at bay.
I wish I had her scholarship, and enough talent to write a reality based prehistory docunovel. The reason she was temporarily successful was she came close to the mark, but stopped creating the character, started having her own escapist fantasy pretending she was in her character’s moccasins.