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Condition: Good Boards (black with gilt lettering): small stains and indentations on front and back; slight crushing of corners; slight curling of top and bottom of spine; lettering darkening with age. Front and rear endpapers have several prices and notes from previous booksellers and small bookseller's stamp. Pages otherwise clean. Plot / Content: Italian faith-healer comes to post-Second World War California and meets several wounded souls in novel that focuses in turn on different characters and their psychological problems. Two of these characters are homosexual (and a faint shadow of homo-eroticism lies across others in the novel). One chapter focuses on the life Johnnie, with what appears to be a realistic characterisation of what it meant for some young men to be gay in New York in the early 1950s. Background / Biography:
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Quote from this book "The cop was coming back on his beat, I saw him passing through the circle of light under the street-lamp farther down and in a flash it came to me that the man didn't react the way you would expect him to. He didn't seem startled, he didn't flinch, he didn't even take his lousy hand off me, and suddenly I knew the whole story. Jerry had only laughed about it, your friend Archie is a gossippy old maid, he'd said, who's trying to make himself interesting. But Archie swears he has it on good authority that police uses such guys as a sort of jail bait. I didn't even know what I was doing. I just did the right thing unconsciously. You get awfully sharp and keen when you're perpetually living on the edge of danger. Or maybe I was acting blindly out of my unbearable fury and fright. "Keep your filthy hands off me," I shouted and struck out with my fist, I think I hit his mouth because there was a nasty sensation, wet and soft, as if I had squashed a slug, and the man spit and mumbled a curse and ducked into the shrubbery and was gone." p 291 Secondhand booksellers |
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