The real target of (the authors') often uproarious gibes is modernism - ot the part of it that zealously pursues theories of pure form into Cloud-Cuckoo-Land. The result, which Domecq never perceives, is invariably monstrous: novels and poems that cannot be read, art that cannot be seen, architecture - freed from the 'demands of responsiblity' - that cannot be used..With donnish humor and unfailing intelligence, it is thrusts a rapier into such gargantuan posturing.