MY words are the pogonia with the solitary terminal flower."" Miss Pinckert's book, which is full of words like. pogonia, is...

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KNIGHT'S LANDING

MY words are the pogonia with the solitary terminal flower."" Miss Pinckert's book, which is full of words like. pogonia, is something of a terminal experience. Right at the beginning, since it is almost unintelligible. Obviously she has had a long love affair with the dictionary, and we struggled with her ""wimble of words"" (""corbeled"" and ""imbricated""), staggered through one alliterative bender after another, and gave serious thought to some of her philosophical smoke rings: ""You see, life is our infinity, infecting us amorphously with a lapping feculence.... "" Before we gave up altogether, we did manage to isolate the fact that Knight's Landing. is a town in California, that most of this novel is spent in a boarding house Where, three women share one man (one marries him, one bears his child which the first takes care of, one is an ""aging maiden at-arms"" whom he cannot thaw). At the close the Publishers indicate that Miss Pinckert is a Californian ""nurturer of exotic foods."" Since she also indulges in French throughout as well as her own peculiar prose, we are sure she will understand Voltaire's directive--""Il faut cultiver son jardin.

Pub Date: May 22, 1967

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: McGraw-Hill

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 1, 1967

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