Henry Graham Greene was an English writer and journalist regarded by many as one of the leading novelists of the 20th century. Combining literary acclaim with widespread popularity, Greene acquired a reputation early in his lifetime as a major writer, both of serious Catholic novels, and of thrillers (or "entertainments" as he termed them). He was shortlisted for the Nobel Prize in Literature several times. Through 67 years of writing, which included over 25 novels, he explored the conflicting moral and political issues of the modern world. The Power and the Glory won the 1941 Hawthornden Prize and The Heart of the Matter won the 1948 James Tait Black Memorial Prize and was shortlisted for the Best of the James Tait Black. Greene was awarded the 1968 Shakespeare Prize and the 1981 Jerusalem Prize. Several of his stories have been filmed, some more than once, and he collaborated with filmmaker Carol Reed on The Fallen Idol (1948) and The Third Man (1949). He converted to Catholicism in 1926 after meeting his future wife, Vivienne Dayrell-Browning. Later in life he took to calling himself a "Catholic agnostic". He died in 1991, aged 86, of leukemia, and was buried in Corseaux cemetery in Switzerland. William Golding called Greene "the ultimate chronicler of twentieth-century man's consciousness and anxiety".
[Online edition is missing page 299 out of 300. Crimminy.]
Nothing makes sense, nothing is clear. Is it a Catholic allegory? Is Crane Caveda? Can we tell whose side we're supposed to be on? (Where was GG in the Asperger's spectrum?)
I don't see any evidence Chase and Crane were lovers, sexually. Greene's early fictions seem to share a central theme of hopeless-love-for-a-female-at-first-sight.
There's enormous contempt for the Spanish characters' character.
Chase is supposed to be an ambitious journalist but we never see any follow-thru on this.
If I thought Graham Greene's first published novel, A Man Within, was so-so, this one was even worse. Fortunately, Graham Greene agreed with me and suppressed the book from any future printings. I got a copy (London: Heinemann) many years ago, when I was collecting Greene. It seems silly now to say that it was not good, when Greene went on to become one of the most prolific and influential English language writers of the 20th century, but there you have it.