Short stories- two novels- an editorial post on Time currently, this sketchily is the background for the author of The Notion of Sin. And yet the book has the earmarks of rather bitter, disillusioned youth. Carl Dickson, as the story opens, seems a sensitive, eager young man, awaiting the arrival of the girl he plans to marry, Joan, and not too worried over the fact that his job in an advertising agency has just folded....When the story ends, he has put New York and all the wretchedness it stands for, behind him, as he thumbs a ride anywhere- away from the city:- no job, a wife who has turned out to be a tramp, his car sold- and most of the proceeds mailed to the last of a succession of women he has had- and worst of all apparently no conception of the rottenness of the lack of moral principles that characterizes the whole kit and boodle. ""The notion of sin"" seems to be simply that and no more. Frankly this sort of book shocks me more profoundly than one that sets out to be pornographic.