Random House, 405 pp., $22.95
A pseudonym is the briefest form of fiction. Fittingly, some pseudonyms seem to be fighting on fiction's side against the disparagement and death wishes that have been directed at it at least since Jane Austen was stung into bursting through the conventions of fictional narrative and launching her classic riposte. In demonstrating that fiction, even in miniature form, possesses greater vitality and versatility than its enemies admit, the counterattacking pseudonyms also break conventions, if only those of real life.
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