Volume 18, Number 12 · June 29, 1972
I Am a Novel
By Roger Sale
The Confession of a Child of the Century, by Samuel Heather
by Thomas Rogers
Simon & Schuster, 377 pp., $7.95
End Zone
by Don DeLillo
Houghton Mifflin, 242 pp., $5.95
Eat of Me, I am the Savior
by Arnold Kemp
William Morrow, 244 pp., $6.95
Time was when first-person novels were intensely personal affairs, opportunities to glimpse the private workings of a self too tender to be yielded up to the ministrations of third-person narrators, or to note the precise details of a love affair, a marriage, or a friendship. But since fiction has gotten more open and external, more showy and splashy, first-person narrators have become more like carnival barkers or auctioneers, people who show and tell their experience rather than explore or discover it.
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