All right, but no more stories. They always mean something, however much you may pretend that they don't."" And all right,...

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THE SNOW-WHITE SOLILOQUIES

All right, but no more stories. They always mean something, however much you may pretend that they don't."" And all right, no more Snow Whites, if you have to pretend that you know what they mean when you don't. . . although she's quite seductive lying there in her glass coffin, escaping pain, refusing to remember, having chosen this ""compromise between life and death,"" visited--once a week--by Doc (he's saturnine, he's powerful, he's her father--perhaps not, all this role-playing is certainly confusing) and attended by the stunted social cripples who keep watch over her as they make a perpetual journey through an English countryside forever green, forever confined. . . . Miss MacLeod's modish variant version has a hermetic, fastidious, teasing fascination and if the charade which takes place under glass is never crystal clear, it's because it's a suspension from reality, like Snow White's.

Pub Date: July 30, 1970

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Viking

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 1970

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