storyquot;.

    t-and-out fantasy in tion, a meditation on A Midsummer Nig prefigures (and is better tory Carters linguistic exoticism is in full flig;breezes, juicy as mangoes, t myt of Coromandel far a;. But, as usual, ic common-sense yanks tory back to eart disappears in an exquisite puff of smoke. t;no ed someerlogged and t e of tory, been co make room for a motorers elegant fugue on Sed to;dark necromantic forestquot; of t, so be lost in it is to fall prey to monsters and c in a ;you purposely mislay your ;; t;is kind to loversquot;. ale precisely and unforgettably defined.

    Mostly, s successor, American Gs and Old orld onders, escasy ers revisionist imagination urned toerest toraiture rative. t pieces in ter books are portraits -- of Baudelaires black mistress Jeanne Duval, of Edgar Allan Poe, and, in tories, of Lizzie Borden long before s;took an axequot;, and ttention to detail -- t-ing tion, menstruating. s on a nearby tree. (Once again, as ories, one   have.)

    Baudelaire, Poe, Dream-So, fairy tale: Carter ionist, teur. Sakes s it togeteous le, is tale of ilations y Sed by a very different Ford; and tures -- of pantomime cers are revealed.

    Sory for us, like an egg, and finds tory, tory  to hin.

    No suc er. Carters  takes place over a s simes falls off, no getting abreaks of fol-de-rol, and some of  ardent admirers oo muc;eldritc;, too many men ;, too muco please a certain sort of purist. But ten s off; en stes  falling, or juggles  droppi