A long, brooding, melodramatic meditation on suicide
This is a most unusual, frankly iconoclastic book—not literary crit icism, not sociology, not a personal memoir, but a long meditation upon these matters by a man who is, or was, deeply involved with the self‐ destructive elements in himself and in our society, and who concludes this book with an extremely frank and rather embarrassing account of his own “failed suicide” at Christ mastime, 1960.