Anonymous review from the “Book Reviews: Briefer Listings” section of Film Quarterly, Vol. 16, No. 2 (Winter, 1962-1963), p. 59:
By Walker Percy. (New York: Knopf, 1961.) A remarkably Camus-like novel, set in the South but without any of the usual hackneyed Suthn-decadence business; in fact an utterly modern and curiously touching work, skillful in its use of the relevantly irrelevant offhand observation and feeling. The dry irony of the book extends to the movies the narrator sees and remembers, but it is never the easy literary-man’s irony.
Better than my irrelevently irrelevent observation and feeling.
You can say that again.
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