RENE KUHN BRYANT
For those who, surveying the current scene in fiction, see only a wilderness of illiteracy populated by intellectual pygmies, John Fowles’s The Ebony Tower should provide both reassurance and sustenance. It is a work of fiction that is neither novel nor novella nor even a collection of short stories in the usual sense of that term, although that comes closest. More than anything else, the book is like a deep, swift-flowing stream of thought and feeling which Fowles explores and plays like a patient, skillful angler.
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