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224 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1932











'Fortunately we live in the most democratic country in the world,' he said. 'Nobody is above corruption.'I'd read and enjoyed a number of the more-famous Maugham novels (tho I was a little underwhelmed by 'Cakes and Ale') - and took note of this one that's less-talked-about. For some reason I felt drawn to it, even tho its bumfuck setting (largely) in the Dutch East Indies didn't (to me) hold promise.
'Life is short, nature is hostile, and man is ridiculous but oddly enough most misfortunes have their compensations and with a certain humour and a good deal of horse-sense one can make a fairly good job of what is after all a matter of very small of consequence.'With his own desire to finally take a vacation, Saunders finds himself in the company of two shady characters (one young 'passenger', one older skipper) who get him through a vividly detailed sea storm before the three finally touch land on a 'way station'. It's there that all will be revealed, among several new, uniquely eccentric characters - a few charming, a few dilapidated.
It was as if he took so much delight in lying that it would have spoilt it for him if you had accepted it as the truth.We're then toyed with again, as Maugham segues into a period resembling bonhomie.
He was like a well-bred man who will not expose his mistress to the humiliation of knowing that he does not believe her lies.Around the 2/3-mark, all situational pretense (and there's a ton of it) begins to be abandoned, til it's like the fall of upended dominoes.
There was a pause, and with a smile the day broke. Sailing between those uninhabited islands, on that still sea, in a silence that caused you almost to hold your breath, you had a strange and exciting impression of the beginning of the world. There man might never have passed and you had a feeling that what your eyes saw had never been seen before. You had a sensation of primeval freshness, and all the complication of the generations disappeared. A stark simplicity, as bare and severe as a straight line, filled the soul with rapture. Dr. Saunders knew at that moment the ecstasy of the mystic.