Word: walpurgisnacht
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...familiar genre of this novel: Every Nacht is Walpurgisnacht in the East Sixties. Its equally familiar subgenre is Highly Intelligent Young Upper Middle-Class Married Woman With a Screw Loose Wobbles About Manhattan In State of Distraction, Nervously Hailing Taxicabs. If that seems to cut subgenres rather fine, novels exactly fitting the description have been appearing every six weeks or so for several years now. In fact, the Nervously Hailing Taxicabs category is as easily recognizable as that now defunct tribe of novel, popular in the '50s, in which young men in gray flannel suits brooded about whether...
...outlandish monument to nonchalance in the face of a fuel shortage and economic repercussions that will hurt Japan far more than the U.S., and even more than Western Europe. But behind its hectic face, there is a clearly sensed feeling of desperation, the atmosphere of a Japanese Walpurgisnacht...
...Grooms look like Mondrian. Gladys Nilsson's punningly titled Baroquen Oats (broken oats? baroque notes?) is a joyful orgy of animal, or at least four-legged, shapes, tumbling over and around one another: the debt to late Dubuffet is obvious, but the sense of an all-American Walpurgisnacht is Nilsson...
...devotee of cheap Sodom-in-the-suburbs fiction can predict the finale. Walpurgisnacht occurs at a monumental bash thrown by your typical Fairfield County vulgarian. Crocked, randy, and desperate to get "the Lepridon account," Wilson beds down with the wife (Nancie Phillips) of a fellow commuter in the outside playhouse. Sure enough, a TV monitor, installed to oversee children at play, records the grope for the amusement of the guests and the despair of Mrs., mistress...
...grizzly humor intertwine. He decided to introduce Mephistopheles in different guises that would fit credibly into each scene. After materializing first as a cadaver, the Devil appears later as a gypsy fortuneteller, then Don Juan, then a soldier of fortune. Next, Corsaro threw out the lurid, last-act Walpurgisnacht scene, the ballet sequence that always draws laughs everywhere but in Paris. Finally, poor Marguerite dies on the gallows instead of escaping to heaven...