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Kinko Riding a Carp is a reversal of that gesture-not reality drowned but imagination borne upon the stream. The energy of Korin's brush reflects the lightning lift and speed of human imagination, which is capable of almost anything, even of riding on the back of a fish. His art also mirrors Taoist thought, which regards "everything as destroyed and everything as in completion . . . reaching security through chaos.'' Asked where he had got this idea, the sage Nu Yu replied: "I learned it from the Son of Ink. The Son of Ink learned it from...
...fourth to his 17th year in and around Charlottesville, Va. The book is drunk on nature, the round of the seasons, the beauty of women. Whatever lucky Jim wants in females he gets, whether it is Neighbor Betty Lee, whose "cool firm thighs were like two great silver carp," or Cousin Nory, whose thighs, "with their milk-white, melon-firm flesh, struck his mind with ruinous astonishment." or Schoolteacher Irene, whose thighs are "like moist and mobile alabaster...
...brother passed away Sunday a week, and I wonder if you could do a job." Said the undertaker: "Good God, man, Sunday a week! Where is he?" Replied the comic: "Out on the porch against the lattice. That cold spell that set in kept him harder than a carp. But then that warm spell set in, and he commenced to get pretty fleshy...
...Japan in 24 years. In twelve dreadful hours, Typhoon Ida swept clear up the northern half of Honshu, Japan's biggest and richest island. The torrential rains caused widespread floods and some 1,900 landslides, left half a million homeless. In Tokyo the Emperor's 300 cherished carp were flushed out of the Imperial Palace moat into surrounding streets. (Tokyo cops, splashing in hot pursuit, saved most of the carp as well as the Imperial swans.) On the "Japanese Riviera"-the mountainous Izu Peninsula southwest of Tokyo -two tiny coastal villages were washed...
Some literary critics carp at the generally moderate fiction and poetry chosen by Review editors. But in an age of painfully intense analysis of fiction and poetry, the Paris Review has scored a solid beat by the simple device of getting away from the library and talking to the authors themselves. Already, Review is the biggest little magazine in history...