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...ready to sit down, but my friend walked over to the bar. So I walked over with her and asked the bartender if I could have a glass of water. My friend smiled and then sweetly asked for a gin and tonic, while he was at it. "It's for my headache," she explained...
...Billows were not birthright members of the "summer colony," but it was not long before they were pillars of local society. They entertained on a lavish scale. Says one frequent guest: "You go to John Doe's house for an informal visit and expect a gin and tonic. At Sunny's house, you got imported champagne." The party celebrating Alexander's 21st birthday was especially memorable. Women in white dresses carrying parasols and men in white suits and straw boaters played croquet on a manicured lawn that stretched...
Tomorrow their junk will be towed to Gin Drinker's Bay, the place designated by the Hong Kong authorities as an elephants' graveyard for the vessels of the boat people. There it will either be burned straight away or await burning with other wrecks on a jetty directly across the water from a hill of gray gravestones and a blue columbarium. The engines, which do not burn, lie heaped like brown skulls beside the remains of tillers that were made with welded pipes. Only a few boats rest in Gin Drinker's Bay now, smoldering near the scavenging dogs. There...
...hard part is remembering, amid the incessant bending of elbows for vodka collins, gin and tonics, seven and sevens, and pitchers of imported beer, where it is that you are supposed to do all of this drinking, and a lesser amount of consuming solid fibers. You ask your Yale friends and they shrug their sioulders, and allow their faces to assume that certain empty look you only get while reading the questions on your Economics 10 mid-term. One Yale junior tells you cutely, "If you want sex, or drugs, or rock and roll, you've come to the wrong...
...this does not sound like a recipe for trendy froth, then nothing can. But Author Ted Mooney adds some marijuana and gin, stirs and comes up with a substantial and moving first novel. For one thing, circumstantial whimsey is balanced against the pathos of characters trying to take their increasingly weird lives seriously. The air around them is "full of microwaves and jets." An apartment-house elevator contains a TV set; during a short ride up, the operator switches dials and treats his passengers to snippets of six old movies. Strange rituals proliferate; at airports, Mooney's people watch...