A HOUSE FOR MR. BISWAS, by V. S. Naipaul (53 I pp.; McGraw-Hill; $5.95). "I can't tell you how sad it make me to leave this house," the solicitor's clerk told Mr. Biswas. "Really for my mother sake, man. That is the onliest reason why I have to move. The old queen can't man age the steps." And so Mr. Biswas, ex-sign painter, ex-bus conductor, ex-journalist, achieved his heart's desire and moved into a dwelling of his very own. It looked "like a huge and squat sentry-box," he paid too much for it, the...
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