Word: gulley
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...good fictional character is whether he leads a double life in 1) the writer's imagination, 2) the reader's memory. Joyce Gary, who has created some of the most memorable characters in 20th century fiction, has frequently passed this test with lovable scamps, e.g., Gulley Jimson (The Horse's Mouth), Sara Monday (Herself Surprised). Chester Nimmo, who made his debut in Gary's last novel, Prisoner of Grace (TIME, Oct. 20, 1952), is no scamp but a fireballing politico who marries into money, gets elected to Parliament, enters the Cabinet and finally becomes Lord Nimmo...
...Bill Sikes, Barkis, Mrs. Gummidge, for a few-though they have been in a century's deep freeze, are still succulent with life. Though literary immortality is as chancy as other sorts, it looks as though Joyce Cary has already added his quota to fiction's Valhalla: Gulley Jimson, Sara Monday. Mister Johnson, Tom Wilcher. Last week he added two more: Chester Nimmo and Nina...
...maddeningly complaisant, maddeningly wise, maddeningly female creature. The second volume is the record of Tom Wilcher, one of Sara's employers and lovers, an uncomfortable, comfortably off lawyer with a lust for life and an itch for salvation. The last word, The Horse's Mouth, is Gulley Jimson's, a rascally painter, an immoral man of character. Jimson is the only one who has ever been a real match for Sara: at times, in his roaring picaresque progress downhill, he seems an even bigger figure. The really last word, however, is an echo of Sara-as Pritchett...
...Mouth (TIME, Sept. 20, 1948 et seq.). In these books Gary shows himself a master of the novelist's true business: creating characters who stick in the memory. No one who has once met that latter-day Moll Flanders, Sara Monday, and that loudmouthed old horsethief and painter, Gulley Jimson, is likely to forget them...
...mammoth brown bear that rose up from the dead was the last one Hunter Hasselborg ever hunted professionally. To escape, he made "a sailing leap, the kind a frantic quarterback makes when the goal line and winning touchdown are almost his," and landed face-down in a shallow gulley. While the bear clawed his back to ribbons and chewed away the muscles in his shoulder, Hasselborg hugged the earth, finally blacked out. Later he awoke to find the bear gone. It took hours to get himself into his homemade boat, and it was two days before he got his boat...