This collection of short stories has a certain scrappy vitality that unfortunately cannot overcome the fact that the writing...

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A DUCK MAY BE SOMEBODY'S MOTHER

This collection of short stories has a certain scrappy vitality that unfortunately cannot overcome the fact that the writing is atrocious. Just what is ""the oxblood breath of lonely lady dentists in the weekend dawn"" anyway. Talk about air pollution! Anyway, most of the scenes are set in and around New York and deal with extravagant love affairs or extravagant non-love affairs or the way out: what happened to a jowly Kilroy who end- ed up here; a jazzy Jazz player who disappears in the subway or the title story where a motorcycle gang merrily sings along the highway--although some also indulge in ""verbal defecating."" One story tries to make a point about the be all and end all in things in Toenails but it's sadly in need of a manicure. There is one piece that displays a talent since it's reasonably straightforward writing about an odd reaction to the death of a child. It's The Wind. But the rest are minimal indeed.

Pub Date: April 26, 1967

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Delacorte

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 1, 1967

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