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Special interest partisians These are flakes who are up. They re pound that they read the papers and know every battle of the Vietnam War but are enough he admit their lust for the trend setter bunne. No, they must still atone for their occasional outbrusts of sarcasm or thier lingering interests in science fiction. Predominantly male (but includeng a few young women who write bad blank verse and read Virginia Woolf) the special interest partisans the hope and promise of their generation...
...longed to disport himself at a sexual playpen called Plato's Retreat now says he will go only if he can wear a full-length wet suit. Flesh Merchant Al Goldstein, editor of Screw magazine, says glumly, "It may be there is a god in heaven carving out his pound of flesh for all our joys...
...odor of death hangs heavy over Ezra Pound's garden in Rapallo, Italy, during the fateful March of 1945. As he awaits the advance of the U.S. Army and his arrest for making treasonous broadcasts, the mad poet bids a venomous farewell to "poor old Hugh Selwyn Mauberley-arse-eyed traitor to the whole world!" Indeed, the fleeing Mauberley presents a threat to both Axis and Allies: he has seen atrocities on both sides and he is ready to bear witness...
...hero himself is a double fiction: Hugh Selwyn Mauberley was the most famous of Pound's poetic creations, a British reactionary born in a savage half-century, "out of date with his time." Findley's Mauberley rushes to catch up with his century. Cowering in a crumbling Alpine hotel that has seen grander times and better people, he writes a graffiti testament in rooms once occupied by the likes of Isadora Duncan and Somerset Maugham. He has barely finished when someone stabs him. The body and the writing are found by American soldiers, liberators of the death camps...
...secret that during World War II neither side had an exclusive on betrayal and duplicity. But Findley's purpose is artistic as well as moral, and his characters talk and behave with appalling plausibility. As for Mauberley, the choice could not be more apposite. Ezra Pound's bloodless hero did not merely suffer from the disease of his age; he was the disease of his age, mute until it was too late, sensitive only for No. 1, fatally solipsistic to the end. As catastrophe beckons, the Duchess of Windsor is heard to complain: "We are led into...