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Nearly 2,000 New Yorkers die every week, having seen the last of big-city woes-among them bad service, infuriating transit breakdowns, crowded public facilities, garbage strikes that bury their streets in offal. Since Jan. 12, they have had to submit to one final posthumous outrage. With Local 365, Cemetery Workers and Greens Attendants, out on strike, 42 of the city's cemeteries have been closed down. In mortuary storage rooms, tool sheds, warehouses and cemetery driveways, thousands of coffins are stacked like cordwood, awaiting a settlement. If the strike goes on for another few weeks, there will...
...that, continued vigorous growth will help to alleviate the very social and environmental problems that have brought on the debate. Job training, better housing, reliable transit systems, clean air and water-all these will require financing that only a rich and expanding economy can well afford. Considerable growth will be needed merely to cope with a swelling urban population. City planners figure that between now and the year 2000, the U S will have to double the number of its homes, office buildings, schools, parking ots, airports, garbage dumps and-unless human nature changes-its bars and jails...
...TRANSIT by Brigid Brophy. 230 pages. Putnam...
Brigid Brophy, the Irish controversialist, classics scholar, champion of animal rights and vegetarian, continues her war on the 20th century. In Transit, her sixth novel, takes the fight underground, where it is more likely to be seen. The book is a highly cerebral contrivance that cannibalizes such literary conceits as puns, anagrams, typographical innovations, styles of alienation and cultural shock. These are then excreted as parodic wastes, which, in turn, become a further source of nourishment. With such transcendent offalness, Miss Brophy seeks a form suited to her view of the times...
Naturally enough, one of the many sponsors of In Transit is James Joyce, "my great Triestine compalien, the comedichameleon, the old pun gent himself." The punning and the aesthetic trinity of Evelyn Hilary, the fictional "I" and Miss Brophy herself persist with vengeful logic to the very end. There, on the last page, the author signs off with a drawing of a fish with the word fin on its fin. Does it mean the end, or does Miss Brophy expect us to follow indefinitely in Finnegans wake like so many gulls...