Bantam, 313 pp., $1.25 (paper)
Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 340 pp., $6.95
Random House, 304 pp., $3.45 (paper)
Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 198 pp., $6.95
Knopf, 320 pp., $6.95
The titles alone of these books offer a sort of cultural history, conjure up a landscape of psychiatrists and crackups, of shaky personal universes threatened, ruined, rescued, and abandoned every other day. Nickel Mountain is different perhaps, suggests either fiscal allegory or a homely, rural geography, but then even that looks like a commentary on the rest or a rebound from them. Only in America (as the phrase used to go) have the nerves been promoted to such starring roles, or at least given such widespread and appreciative coverage. It is as if Virginia Woolf and Nathalie Sarraute had bred a whole crew of frantic followers, each one edgier than the last, as if panic had become the only authentic subject left for fiction.
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