Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 190 pp., $5.50
Simon & Schuster, 224 pp., $5.95
New Directions, 288 pp., $5.95
Atheneum, 208 pp., $5.95
Knopf, 576 pp., $6.95
There are times when one is as weary of the clutter of fiction as of the clutter of life: all that coming and going, those conversations and journeys and meals, all the concrete manifestations of our intent which fulfill it and at the same time spill over its edges. At such times we desert fiction and turn, according to our taste, to poetry or to philosophy, to whatever has form without too much overlay of detail. In response to such a mood as this, Wallace Stevens wrote in 'Credences of Summer':
Review, 3019 words
To read the full text of this piece, please choose one of the following options:
|
If you are already a subscriber to the Review's electronic edition, please sign in: |
To subscribe to the electronic edition, please press the button below. |
To purchase access to this article for $3, please press the button below. |