This is another random used-book store find, a hardboiled thriller of 1940s vintage, about a man who escapes from a two-year sojourn in a horrible Spanish prison, where he was tormented for unspecified information by a person of shuffling gait that he called "the Wobblefoot." Back in New York, wh...
“Once he’d had happiness but for so brief a time; happiness was made of quicksilver, it ran out of your hand like quicksilver. There was the heat of tears suddenly in his eyes and he shook his head angrily. He would not think about it, he would never think of that again. It was long ago in an anc...
I do not understand that Mysterious Press cover. Is it some weird attempt to sell the book as ‘chick lit’? Because too many ‘modern’ men are going to be terrified of a book with ‘pink’ in the title already. This is a gritty and atmospheric novel that showcases Hughes skill at rendering lost men s...
