The Temple of My Familiar, by Alice Walker (Harcourt Brace, 419 pp., $19.95)
Alice Walker has called her latest enterprise “a romance of the last 500,000 years,” which turn out to have been about 499,999 years and fifty weeks too many for me. I didn’t go for the “romance” part much either, maybe because a few days with Alice Walker seem like five hundred millennia with anyone else.




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