LOVE AMONG THE CANNIBALS, by Wright Morris (253 pp.; Harcourt, Brace; $3.50), carries built-in advertising. At one point, the protagonist rhapsodizes: "Old lecher with a love on every wind, and you young ones too, running in pimpled packs after the teen-age bitch with her perfumed heat, and you, too, pretty matron, under the hair dryer, this is your book."
Such language suggests that Author Morris, who won last year's $1,000 National Book Award for The Field of Vision (TIME, Oct. 15), may be fed up with modest awards and cozy coteries of readers. In...
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