Edna Ferber


Eight stories of tangy satire and sweet sentimentality. Filled with human drama, unfaltering reason, and extraordinary description.
227 printed pages
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  • Andrea Bonellihas quoted8 years ago
    He was still sick in mind and body, though he did not know it. Driftwood, like thousands of others, tossed up on the shore after the storm; lying there bleached and useless and battered.
    Then, one day in Nice, there was no money. Not a franc. Not a centime. He knew hunger. He knew terror. He knew desperation. It was out of this period that there emerged Giddy, the gigolo. Now, though, the name bristled with accent marks, thus:
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