From the unique vantage point of a passenger on a No. 18 crosstown bus, bound from the Upper West Side to the Upper East Side of Manhattan on a Saturday afternoon, Morton (The Rothschilds, A Nervous Splendor develops a seminal, elegant critique of the Judeo-Christian ""payoff-obsessed'' work ethic``drab toiling now for the sake of drab gorging later.'' If this elegiac essay idealizes the spontaneity and comradery of paleolithic hunters and goes too far in linking the ``archstriver'' Cain to contemporary greenhorns (readers can only ponder the acerbic indictment that would have emerged from a subway ride), this urban Ecclesiastes acknowledges that he is ``a helpless, shameless, rabid, rapturous nostalgic.'' With keen descriptions of mundanities (the beast of a bus ``chokes out diesel coughs while squatting on four splayed-out wheels''), this stinging satire will strike an immediate chord with New Yorkers but should give pause to progress junkies everywhere, addicted to and betrayed by ``the endless Hebrew chore of advancement and perfection.'' (June 29)
Reviewed on: 01/01/1987 Release date: 01/01/1987 Genre:
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