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...secret to Da lies deeper, however, than his bumpkin mannerisms or even his placid gentility. His ignorance serves as a shield against the violent onslaught of painful knowledge. In Da's world, where rosebush cuttings and fresh peaches take first priority, knowledge can only oppress. By reinforcing the suffering of the lower class, teaching them about a better way of life they can never have, this knowledge ultimately spurs Charlie to leave Ireland for London and middle class success as a writer. But Da remains blissful in his ignorance...
...November 1940, the last American plane that got out of France, just one step ahead of the invading Nazis, carried an innocuous bundle addressed to Robert Pyle of West Grove, Pa. The bundle contained a handful of stems from a rosebush. All through the war, French Rose-Grower Francis Meilland worried about the prize he had sent to his fellow horticulturist. Not until 1945 did he learn that it had arrived safely, Pyle had nurtured it, patented its blossoms and produced hundreds of bushes from Meilland's hardy stock. Then he christened the pale gold roses "Peace," and distributed...
...Flooring their buggies from a standstill, the drivers made their huge tires bite into the sand like shoveling Seabees, then roared down the ⅛-mile course at speeds that approached 100 m.p.h. Blue ribbon for the top class in both events went to Herman Booy, a 29-year-old rosebush grower from San Jacinto, who won by going to great lengths. Instead of the usual 96-in. chassis, he struck a new-and better-balance by lengthening it an extra...
...from Dover to Calais and back in 30 hrs. 3 min., slashing more than 13 hrs. from the old record set by Argentina's Antonio Abertondo in 1961. A Chicago research chemist, Erikson battled cold, exhaustion, schools of jellyfish and hallucinations ("when the pilot boat turned into a rosebush, I just closed my eyes...
Nevertheless, much of the book hangs gaily in the mind like a nightie waving from a rosebush, and the reader looks hopefully to Baker's next novel...