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...success in "overturning the global counterrevolutionary strategy of U.S. imperialism." But even Linh could not overlook the signs of decay around him. In Ho Chi Minh City (pop. 3.5 million) the walls of many houses are cracked, and the electricity supply is a sometime thing. Thousands sleep on the unswept sidewalks, and official corruption is said to be worse than it ever...
...every story she told had to do with a train or a bus station." The three settle into a land of amiable anarchy. They eat what and when they please: "Sylvie liked cold food, sardines aswim in oil, little fruit pies in paper envelopes." Leaves and debris gather unswept in the corners of rooms; piles of old newspapers, magazines, tin cans and bottles begin mounting in the parlor...
This is a dead city, a battlefield where vultures circle overhead and the smell of panic is stronger than the stench of the unswept, palm-fringed boulevards. The shops are barred, the restaurants deserted. Hour after hour, day and night, the tomblike hush is broken only by the distant crump of exploding mortar shells, the whoom of bazookas, the crack of anti-aircraft cannon, and the short, chattering bursts of machine guns...
...below the dizzying spires of cinematic art (musicals, adult westerns), lower even than the swarming, unswept streets of cinematic commerce (cops-and-robbers films, childish westerns), lies a dank catacomb, for years the lair of wound-up scientists, unwound mummies, vampires, hyperpituitary apes, cat men, spacemen and skirt-chasing tyrannosaurs. Here budgets are low, actors obscure (Bela Lugosi is dead and Boris Karloff has graduated to TV) and taglines visceral: The Man Who Turned to Stone ("Incredible revelations from the blackest annals of medicine!"), Zombies of Mora Tau ("A tide of terror!''), Half Human ("Half-man, half-beast...
Then they pushed into the house, saw instantly that someone had set the fire. The unswept, cobwebbed rooms stank from a litter of oily rags; the inner walls of Adamic's barn, which did not burn, had also been doused with oil, apparently taken from the farmhouse fuel tank. A moment later, they found the owner of the sedan. Adamic was lying on his back on a couch in an upstairs bedroom. He was wearing dungarees and a windbreaker, with a pillow at his back, a .22 Mossberg rifle across his lap-and a bullet wound just above...