Status Updates From A Walk on the Wild Side

As stunningly beautiful as the 1st time I read it. For instance:

“He left in ceaseless rain, the saddest that ever fell. He went by streets both steep and narrow and the rain fell all the way.

In that hour when tugboats call and call, like lovers who have lost their way”.

P. 237
“Up from the long grieving river they called, past track and tower and dock, to windows long darkened and doorways long locked; old beaux that had walked Perdido Street long ago, returning to mourn the names of girls they had loved. They had plenty to spend and all night for loving.

But the windows were darkened, the doors locked, and the only girls whose names they knew had no name now but dust.”

From learning the art of back-alley condom or “O-Daddies” manufacturing
our protagonist limps towards the sleazier side of Storyville.
Pimps & pandering.

“There was love behind the curtains and love behind the doors. Love in the squares and love along the curbs… Where every window framed some love bird framed in flight. Where every screen door was a cage. What had been Storyville was now an aviary.”

Dove Linkhorn teams up with a fallen pimp Algren describes as one who:
“… could bear his cross so mournfully, a sort of Kiwanis Christ in a Bing Crosby shirt, resigned to insult and injury without shred of larceny and incapable of imposing his woes on others.”

Life laughs at a former predator’s fall from grace.