Viking, 309 pp., $5.75
He could not have been more wrong. This new novel, his tenth, bears no trace of slackening or diminution, it is not an old hand's brewing up—though the hand admittedly is very cunning—the mixture as before; it is instead a work of strength and freshness, and in its core there lies the steel coil of compulsion.
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