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...story itself, odd as it is, grows on the reader as its goes along. The book is long enough for a number of late nights' reading, and interesting enough so it is hard to put down. Whitten has written wittily, except for his embarrassing post-coital dialogue, which runs along the line of `"Whew,' she sighed." He would have done better to follow the traditional method of ending the chapter...
...nation-is entitled to know all the facts of the Boston school situation. It is one thing to insist on integrity in reporting. We all expect that from each other. It is another to dilute the news intentionally, on no matter how high a principle, and then expect the reader, viewer or listener to respect the completeness and integrity of journalism in the future. Walter W. Hawver...
Kind advance reviews have compared Something Happened to a "Greek tragedy without catharsis." Heller is naturally pleased, since he acknowledges a literary debt to such sources as The Children 's Reader, the annual reports of corporations, and R.D. Laing. What will he do next? He does not know, though he would like to do it in three years, if possible. Then the Slocum-Heller angst sets in. "I am afraid I may never get another idea that will turn into a novel...
...audience so they could see that person as being like someone they knew. It's one of the reasons I don't describe anybody too much physically in Catch-22. I tend to give them one or two or three outstanding, peculiar ironies. Then I hope that the reader will be able to fill in the rest of the picture. They were able to do that in Catch-22. I think it's pretty much the same thing for Something Happened. It doesn't attempt to be a complete history--it's not literal realism. If anything, it's psychological...
Vadim Vadimych's problem, the reader may feel, is excessively rarefied. He can imagine that he is walking up a village street from his house, for instance, to the post office, but he cannot then imagine himself turning around and facing the same street in the opposite direction. Rather than pivot easily on toe and heel, he must with hideous effort swing his entire dream street, post office, taxis, stray dogs and all, 180° around on the axis of his own mad self. Eventually, obsession invades reality. He walks to the end of a real village street, cannot...