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When Lao-tse wrote that 'the sage is ruthless and treats the people as straw dogs,' he provided an epigraph for the cruel frivolities of John Hawkes's and John Barth's latest fiction, in which the hapless characters are raped, carved up, burned with cigarettes, bestialized. Characteristically, Hawkes's novel is a solemn, black-crepe affair, while Barth's is antic and disheveled; but in both books the characters are pulled through the wringer and impatiently slapped on the line like so many lumps of wash.
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