Henri's imagery is sometimes simple and immediate. The day before the carnival leaves town there is
a shy dwarf
waiting by the boardwalk
for the beautiful dancer
who never comes
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Some prose quips keep the book from desolation.
At 3 p.m. yesterday, a Mr. Adolphus Edwards, a Jamaican immigrant, was pecked to death by a large Bronze Eagle in Upper Parliament St. A U.S. State Dept. spokesman said later, "We have no comment to make as of this time."
Taken on its own terms Tonight at Noon may be entertaining, like reading a bus poster. But on the whole it is pedestrian and pretentious. The book does not deserve a nasty pen. It deserves a shiny pie plate.