THE SELVES OF QUINTE by Marcel Moreau. 248 pages. Braziller. $5.
Scene: the bedroom of the Definitive Woman, who lies stretched on the bed, long and loose. At her side is Quinte, the Incoherent Man. Quinte has been through hell, poor fellow. His marriage is a shell. He has been fired from his job and rejected by the Club. Now, to his dismay, Quinte discovers that the Definitive Woman is not a virgin, after all. "Perhaps," he says, fondling her frantically, "there are other ways to art?"
The trouble with this hallucinatory first novel is that Author Moreau i trying to be like...
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