by Lawrence Durrell
Viking; 223 pages; $10.95
"Travel," Lawrence Durrell once wrote, "can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection." It is an elegant thought. Aside from fiction, travel is also Durrell's chief literary racket, and he is wonderful at it. His travel books arrive like long letters from a civilized and very funny friend the prose as luminous as the Mediterranean air he loves. One evening in Sicily, he could look from his hotel balcony and "see the distant moth-soft dazzle of the temples'" at Agrigento. In a little Sicilian town called Chaos, the birthplace of Pirandello,...