THE HORIZONTAL HOUR, by Robert W. Marks (346 pp.; David McKay: $4.50), is a psychoanalytic lynching bee in which the patients pack their analyst off to a booby hatch. Suave, self-possessed Kurt Bucholz is a Svengali of the psyche. In engaging Mitteleuropa accents, he collects $75,000 a year from couch-prone Manhattanites, including a self-analytical writer who can scarcely bring himself to write, two husband-and-wife teams in which the hubbies are sexually liverish and the wives feverish (one wife has Bucholzian reveries in which she hears the analyst saying: "What most people don't...
Books: Mixed Fiction, Oct. 7, 1957
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