Methuen, 288 pp., $10.00
What strikes one first of all about Daniel Fuchs's novels and stories, especially if they're compared to the work of other 'Jewish American' writers, is that Fuchs has no designs on his readers. No large thoughts, no postcards to deaf intellectuals, no theories about the future of the novel, not even grudges against relatives.
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