Cannery Row

Cannery Row

It was not so interesting driving at night. No dogs to see, only the highway lighted with his headlights. Doc speeded up to finish the trip. It was about two o’clock when he got to La Jolla. He drove through the town and down to the cliff below which his tidal flat...
A Confederacy of Dunces

A Confederacy of Dunces

“Where are you going now?” “Mr. Mancuso and his aunt, they gonna pick me up in a few minutes. We going down by Fazzio’s to bowl.” “What?” Ignatius screamed. “Is that true?” “I’ll be in early. I told Mr. Mancuso I can’t stay out late. And his aunt’s a grammaw, so I...
What A Carve Up!

What A Carve Up!

And here is Henry, Thomas’s younger brother, already recognized as one of the most ambitious Labour MPs of his generation. Their relationship goes beyond the ordinary ties of blood and extends to a number of common business interests, for Henry has a seat on the board...
The Invention of Morel

The Invention of Morel

One of these people, a woman, sits on the rocks to watch the sunset every afternoon. She wears a bright scarf over her dark curls; she sits with her hands clasped on one knee; her skin is burnished by prenatal suns,- her eyes, her black hair, her bosom make her look...
Dr. No

Dr. No

“I know it’s a bright colour,” the owner said. “It’s chartreuse.” “Actually, it’s arctic lime, maybe peridot.” “Okay,” he said. His name was Kenneth Peterman and he wore kelly-green trousers and the...
A Confederacy of Dunces

A Confederacy of Dunces

Along the block some people were out on their porches looking at him and the motorcycle. The shutters across the street that slowly flipped up and down to get the proper focus indicated that he also had a considerable unseen audience, for a police motorcycle in the...