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Not much progress as I’ve started simultaneously reading another novel (SF/Crime) & rereading old Creepy & Eerie magazines from Warren Publishing I downloaded to read on an iPad Pro large screen (13”).
Thing about this novel… 1st read it when I was 14. The protagonist seemed like a noble bum riding the rails. 50 some odd years later he’s obviously just another asshole on life’s highway causing problems.
— Jan 19, 2026 08:02AM
Thing about this novel… 1st read it when I was 14. The protagonist seemed like a noble bum riding the rails. 50 some odd years later he’s obviously just another asshole on life’s highway causing problems.
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Still
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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”.
— Apr 28, 2026 08:46AM
“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”.
Still
is on page 239 of 346
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.”
— Apr 25, 2026 03:25AM
“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.”
Still
is on page 200 of 346
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.”
— Apr 21, 2026 11:22AM
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.”
Still
is on page 134 of 346
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.
— Apr 19, 2026 03:28PM
“… 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.
