Pirandellian

There is nothing Pirandellian about this writing, nothing detached and ironic. His characters were not on the loose, searching out the author. They were on the loose, of course, but the author was their constant companion.

When we finally get to the obligatory scene involving Karma and a white policeman (Mr. Tigar again), “Revolving Cycles” has a Pirandellian nervous breakdown; it seems to be speaking to other plays and playwrights instead of to the audience.