Seymour Simckes has written a story filled with asides and earthy joking and meshuggah reversals, but the outlines are as broad and bold as a folk tale. Doktor Tschisch appears on the first page pedaling a tricycle to which he has attached a wagon. Inside are a boy and a girl whom he has kidnapped from their respective insane asylums. Objective: compassionate matchmaking. The kids, when not comatose, are incoherent, untrusting, unresponsive. The Doktor is a quack, but under his determined ministrations the ice melts--the two lovers impulsively go to bed together. Almost as suddenly as that, ""Tschisch felt the boy plunge off the girl like an anchor,"" dead. ""Hence, for the first time in his life, Doktor Viktor Tschisch was not certain who he was or what he had accomplished."" Simckes creates a fabulistic vision--it may not be for everyone even if it's no more complicated than the ordinary workings of the human hearts.