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...chill of lurking dread is no longer so chilly, the pace no longer so breathless as in Greene's earlier thrillers. He cannot resist slipping in a cruel, pointless caricature of a dumb U.S. businessman, or an unlikely scene in a top-secret conference, at which Wormold's secretary sprays the green baize with Greene bitterness. Such interludes damage the "entertainment," but they cannot really spoil the unique formula of suspense plus...
...neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea." The offense against Author del Castillo (who calls himself Tanguy in this autobiographical novel) began with the Spanish Civil War. At the age of three he saw corpses in the streets of Madrid, an omen of the dread commonplaces that would haunt his boyhood. Though his mother was a militant left-wing journalist, the Communists shortly clapped her into jail. His father, a social-climbing Frenchman who detested his wife's politics, had left for France before the war. But when the Loyalists lost, mother...
Author Berton's book is jammed with the tragic stories of tenderfeet who tried to reach the golden creeks by boat, over the dread mountain passes and even over a sure-death glacier route. Even those who found great wealth often lost it, to gamblers, business crooks, the girls, or over the bars. Carmack died respectably, leaving his second wife, a former brothel-keeper, a fortune. But Lucky Swede Anderson, divorced by his dance-hall girl, died pushing a wheelbarrow in a sawmill for $3.25 a day. Lucky always denied that he ever had a million: "The most...
Along with Sir Douglas Haig, British commander in chief during World War I, mud is the villain of this excellent book. It deals mostly with the British campaign around Ypres ("Wipers" to the troops) in 1917, when British soldiers learned on Belgian soil the dread military truth uttered by Napoleon: "God-besides water, air, earth and fire-has created a fifth element...
...queer sound in the night woke Mrs. Clarice Singer, and dread drove her to the room of Susan, 3. The child stood on tiptoe in the dark against a closet door, arms thrust stiffly overhead. Moments later she heaved a great sigh. Mrs. Singer screamed for her husband, but both knew that nothing could be done. Susan was dead...