Delacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 178 pp., $8.95
Knopf, 278 pp., $8.95
It's one thing to remember yesterday, but quite another, as the Beatles plaintively suggest, to believe in it. If you don't believe in what's past you are humanly shallow, culturally stupid, morally irresponsible; yet if you do believe in it too intensely, you may not be free to live in the present. This last may not be altogether a bad thing, considering what the present is usually like, but it can be painful, as these two novels about lost yesterdays show.
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