June 04, 1979 12:00 PM

by Erica Jong

Having thoroughly explored the realm of the body, Erica Jong has now been tempted to move on to the soul. In part of this, her fourth, volume of poems, she writes of death and afterlife, of religion and metaphysical flight—at times with uncomfortable pretension. Far more successful is the temporal verse on subjects like porn flicks, school exam dreams, real estate agents and even her dog, Poochkin, and his long-lost brothers, Chekarf and Dogstoyevsky. (Ever literary, she can be gratingly cute.) In those less self-important works, Jong’s raunchy style and wit are a delight. She also writes affecting lines about her contented life with third husband Jonathan Fast, but some of that old Jongian rancor against men is missed. (Holt, Rinehart and Winston, $7.95)

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