FRAGMENTS OF A JOURNAL by Eugéne Ionesco. 149 pages. Grove. $5.
Most people readily exchange their nightly dreams for what passes as reality in the morning papers. Not Eugéne Ionesco. The celebrated playwright of the absurd prefers to dwell on his own private late late shows.
This collection of Ionesco's memories, thoughts and recollected dreams is strongly reminiscent of his play Rhinoceros, which suggests that there is nothing as real as a dream. Ionesco hangs on to his own dreams with desperate tenacity. He confides the matter of them but resists having their concreteness...
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