To the End of the World

by Blaise Cendrars. Grove, $5.00. Presumably, this novel was written out of humorous exasperation with Parisian theatrical bigwigs, but recognition of Mr. Cendrars’ models (or victims) is not necessary for enjoyment of the exuberance, the fantastic inventions and exaggerations, the explosive absurdity of language which are the book’s distinction. The heroine is a ragbag old actress with the temperament of Falstaff and the shape of a lath, and nothing much happens except a collision between an acting company and the police.