BOOKS REVIEWED
Arlington House, 235 pp., $7.95
Putnam's, 310 pp., $6.95
Random House
Random House
Random House
Farrar, Straus & Giroux
Macfadden-Bartell, 160 pp., $.75 (paper)
Avon
Fawcett
Dell
Dell
Dell
Lippincott
Fawcett, 157 pp., $.95 (paper)
Fawcett, 159 pp., $.95 (paper)
Viking, 179 pp., $5.95
Pocket Books, 142 pp., $1.50
From December 7, 1941, to August 15, 1973, the United States has been continuously at war except for a brief, too little celebrated interregnum. Between 1945 and 1950 the empire turned its attention to peaceful pursuits and enjoyed something of a golden or at least for us not too brazen an age. The arts in particular flourished. Each week new genius was revealed by the press; and old genius decently buried. Among the new novelists of that far-off time were Truman Capote (today a much loved television performer) and myself. Although we were coevals (a word that the late William Faulkner thought meant evil at the same time as), we were unlike: Capote looked upon the gorgeous Speed Lamkin as a true tiger in the Capotean garden where I saw mere lambkin astray in my devouring jungle.
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