May be you should judge a book by its cover. What could be more fetching than the photograph of Mai Zetterling, the Swedish film star who appeared first with Bergman and is now a director. This will also be shown as a film and presumably she will direct it. It's a vogueish-Vagueish curio dealing with the Night Games sick people paly, admirably itemized by the publisher as ""incest, homosexuality, necrophilia, onanism and sadomasochism."" Yes, indeed, every one of them, as Jan, a young man, returns, home to the house (and memories) of his childhood with his mother, a ""body and soul snatcher."" Just married, he installs his bride, Mariana, in Mother's bed (in fact, for a while--months-- Mariana can't get out of it) but eventually he is able to achieve his/their liberation. There is no story, and unfortunately, Mai Zetterling writes just dreadfully: ""I was preserving my childhood's nerve-cells in my own private freeze-box, but despite my protests he knew how to hot them up for me."" Enough--as a novel Night Games is nothing but a sicknicknack.