Word: lefts
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...word "in" is of the utmost significance, for this novel. Without it, or a word that looked like it, it's title would have been Trout Fishing America. Trout Fishing America would have worked awhile for Sports Illustrated, maybe made the cover-story once or twice, then left. As he would have put it, "There's no future in it." I can see him now, stumbling down some New York sidewalk in a second-hand overcoat. Then one windy November day, he would have been corrupted by a tiny, lithping Lithuanian and become "Trout Fishing American." He would have become...
...Pinkerton detective, and then a soldier in World War I, Hammett started writing in hospitals, while recovering from lung ailments that plagued him to the very end. A quick success. Hammett joined the "Hollywood set" of the thirties, and later became actively involved in left wing politics...
...offense and the collection of bursar's cards, a half-hour in which anyone could wander in and out. When members of the board did collect the cards, they apparently missed a good number of those present. A teaching fellow at the scene collected 27 cards after University officers left, but the ad board has refused to accept them...
...began Under the Volcano as the train left the quiet, modern city of San Luis Potosi, read through the night, and finished it just outside of Nuevo Laredo. Even from the first deliberately subdued chapters, I found the novel completely engrossing. By the mid-point I was entirely under Lowry's spell. The distractions of each station-stop became intertwined with the awesome experience of discovering Malcolm Lowry. A small pig urinated on my duffle bag, right there in the car. Lowry's Consul awoke from a drunken stupor, trying to focus on the scorpion in front of him, stringing...
...novel recounts the last day in the life of Geoffrey Firmin, the British Consul in the Mexican town of Quauhnahuac (Cuernavaca). The Consul, a dipsomaniac, has hardly been sober since his wife left him a year before. On the Day of the Dead, 1938, she suddenly returns, but it becomes increasingly clear that there is no way that he can respond to her, no way that he can free himself even for a day from the lure of the quasi-hallucinogenic Mexican drink, mescal. Near the end of the day, the consul stumbles away from his wife into...