THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY

Were it not for the Jones name, one could easily admit that this is no better or worse than any aliterary novel of this kind which attempts to convert a scene into a property. There's a good deal of action on the streets — May in Paris of 1968 during the weeks of student and worker disturbances — which serves as a backdrop for other pieces of the current action, namely intergenerational conflict and interchangeable sex. As seen through the eyes of Jack Hartley, failed poet-novelist-husband but a very good friend of and to the Gallaghers: Harry, a film maker who favors sex a trois; his New England and next-to-last Puritan wife; and Hill, their son, who is part of the Cohn-Bendit activity until his father appropriates it for a film while also appropriating a seductive little black strumpet called Samantha-Marie. . . . Jones-Hartley has been living in Paris long enough to say "while I was making my toilet"; he's also old enough to be a benevolently avuncular observer and to mention, en passant, Irwin Shaw who like Jones shared a time that was, as well as a future that might have been.