The latest installment of Paris Review interviews: sixteen monologues or colloquies (depending on individual style) affording more or less inviting glimpses into the inner workings of some celebrated imaginations. The subjects include Anne Sexton, talking of ""having a poem"" as others might of having a baby or a heart attack; Nabokov, proclaiming himself ""as American as April in Arizona""; Eudora Welty, confiding that after seeing a work in typescript, ""I revise with scissors and pins. . . with pins you can move things from anywhere to anywhere."" And Robert Graves, Jack Kerouac, Isak Dinesen, George Seferis, W. H. Auden. . . you can sink quietly into this ample volume and not be heard from for a month.