Volume 1, Number 6 · November 14, 1963
Pop Art
By Eve Auchincloss
The Collector
by John Fowles
Little, Brown, 305 pp., $4.95
This is a fashionably contrived novel (first person accounts from two different points of view) with a durably titillating subject (beauty imprisoned by beast), fortified with well-dropped OK names. It is not compelling reading, as they say—I would willingly have quit before the halfway mark—but on the other hand, it is far easier to swallow than other, more sincere novels of the moment. Naturally, people are talking about it. 'Not a page which does not prove that its author is a master story teller,' says Alan Pryce-Jones, late of the TLS; 'superb…sinister'—Time; a Detroit reviewer hails it as 'pure excellence'; Gloria Vanderbilt confesses that 'its impact is such that, once read, it becomes part of you.'
Review, 1365 words
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