California, 354 pp., $5.95
One evening recently, while looking for the apartment of friends in a large West Side building, I accidentally entered a wrong door, and so chanced upon a rather curious literary soirée. The guests—middle-aged professorial types for the most part, and women of a clever, brittle stamp—were so absorbed in an entertainment of some kind that they failed to notice my arrival. The room was dead quiet as the assembled guests gazed with breathless intensity at two central figures, one of whom held a large open book in his lap.
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