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...Author Sansom has learned the lesson of V. S. Pritchett that the proper study of British fiction is class. One of the best stories in this collection is set in Venice and is strongly reminiscent of theVenetian episode in Lady Chatterley's Lover. Like D. H. Lawrence, Sansom plays his defunctive music undersea on the G string of sex, but class composes the melody. In this case, a gondolier rashly falls in love with a beautiful English girl whose snobbery is so intense that it simply does not occur to her that a mere gondolier could aspire...
...TOUCH OF THE SUN (250 pp.)-William Sansom-Reynol...
...English are an incurably romantic race, one of whose romantic illusions is that they are a commonsensical people. English Author William Sansom-one of the best short-story writers now at work-is commonsensical enough to know this. His characters may be environed by a wilderness of asphalt, or by a sea of powder-blue wall-to-wall carpet, or by the price-tagged jungle of a department store; yet each embarks on a voyage of the spirit, with misery as the home port...
...Touch of the Sun, his title story, Sansom gives evidence that he is trying to escape the thrall of La Belle Dame Sans Merci-the enchantress who from Keats backwards and forwards has been the patroness of all true romantics. The unattainable, visionary woman dominated Sansom's novel The Loving Eye (TIME, April 15), and now she crops up again like a bad guinea. The story is a little shocker of how "this man Greville, traveller, Englishman, thirtyish, a sort of student on remittance, sitting now cooling off in his little Spanish police-cell, tried again to piece together...
...LOVING EYE, by. William Sansom (253 pp.; Reynal; $3.50) has a hero who, like Emmet Booth, is obsessed by a woman. Matthew Ligne is about to turn the dread corner of 40 into middle age, accompanied by his faithful ulcer, which bites so vigorously at the wrong moments that it almost assumes the lifelikeness of a pet. Like careful Prufrock ("Do I dare to eat a peach?"), he has heard the mermaids singing each to each. The particular blonde mermaid who obsesses him is a girl only glimpsed behind a window. For Matthew Ligne spends most of his time observing...