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...first novel, written at 60. Years have passed, and less corruptible missionaries have done their work in Samolo.* The natives now dine on the tourists' bounty, not on the tourists. In fact, the place has become so civilized that it possesses a Royal Governor, a fairly intricate gin-drinking plantocracy, and is an important enough bastion of empire to occasion a visit by Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip...
Despite the fact that Richards works so closely with his players, none would ever slap him on the back, and few call him anything but "Mr. Richards." Murtaugh may drop into the locker room for a few hands of bridge or gin with his Pirates, but Richards prefers to remain socially aloof from his Orioles: "It's more fun for the players when I'm not there while they're relaxing." As a firm but fair taskmaster, Richards has earned the solid respect of the Orioles, veteran and rookie alike...
...mush and banalities, and he is not above using it. He justifies the "I love yous" by capturing the feeling of the roller-coaster slide into passion, that breath-catching dive in which a man and a woman cannot help themselves and do not want to. Indeed. Wink and Gin are so romantically in love that they do not sleep together, a refreshingly archaic innovation for the modern novel...
Unfortunately, this gives Wink time for some rueful reflections. After all, he remembers the New England hurricane of 1938, before Gin was two. He remembers Benny Goodman, and he cannot forget Freud and girls who marry father surrogates. Then there is Gin's mother. As a penthouse-mistress of the theater and TV set with a not-so-secret yen for Wink, she resents a marriage that will blight the promise of adultery. What with mother and some complicated skulduggery back at the NBS network, it sometimes seems that the rice will never fly, but it does...
...sees nothing wrong with the lad's education. Gable, of course, tries to reform Marietto. "After all," he reasons, "you're part American." Says the live-end kid: "You no tell anyone, I no tell anyone." When Gable sees the boy touting for Sophia's gin mill late one night, he tells him sternly, "Go home and dream about Indians - men Indians...