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Grex > Books > #77: The Mysterious Quote - Fall 1998 Edition | |
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rcurl
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response 167 of 207:
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Dec 7 17:58 UTC 1998 |
Do I presume you mean Richard Halliburton, the adverturer? Unlike
Halliburton, our author wrote both fiction and non-fiction, although
they were both well travelled, in fact to even some of the same ports.
However they could not have met, and only one would have known of the
other's writings.
Not McManus, but unfortunately I am not familiar with his work, so
I cannot offer contrasts. Also not Tolkein - they indulged in rather
different styles of fantasy.
I meant to comment on remmer's previous guess of London. It would be
interesting if a critic had compared London to the author. They could have
met and, in fact, briefly lived within a half-days journey of each other.
I am pretty sure that one was familiar with the writings of the other and
was probably influenced by them.
Now, to advance our story a little. I use only the initial for the name of
characters:
"F. served my meals in my own apartment; and his resemblance to
the portrait haunted me. At times it was not; at times, upon some
change of attitude or flash of expression, it would leap out upon
me like a ghost. It was above all in his ill-tempers that the likeness
triumphed. He certainly liked me; he was proud of my notice, which
he sought to engage by many simple and childlike devices; he loved
to sit close before my fire, talking his broken talk or singing his
odd, endless, wordless songs, and sometimes drawing his hand over
my clothes with an affectionate manner of caressing that never failed
to cause in me an embarrassment of which I was ashamed. But for all
that, he was capable of flashes of causeless anger and fits of sturdy
sulleness. At a word of reproof, I have seen him upset the dish of
which I was about to eat, and this not surreptitiously, but with
defiance; and similarly at a hint of inquisition. I was not unnaturally
curious, being in a strange place and surrounded by strange people;
but at the shadow of a question, he shrank back, lowering and
dangerous. Then it was that, for a fraction of a second, this rough
lad might have been the brother of the lady in the frame. But these
humours were swift to pass; and the resemblance died along with them."
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remmers
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response 168 of 207:
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Dec 7 19:17 UTC 1998 |
London was polygon's guess, not remmers' guess. Yes, I meant
Richard Halliburton, the adventurer.
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remmers
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response 169 of 207:
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Dec 7 19:38 UTC 1998 |
It's difficult to deduce the period from the quotes, but if the
author could have known London, that pins it down to late 19th
or earlier 20th century. The spelling of "humours" suggests that
the author is from somewhere in the British Commonwealth.
I'll guess Robert Louis Stevenson. The dates and nationality are
about right.
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polygon
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response 170 of 207:
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Dec 7 20:52 UTC 1998 |
Lawrence Durrell.
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rcurl
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response 171 of 207:
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Dec 7 21:22 UTC 1998 |
Stevenson is correct. This is one of the 'lesser known' short stories
published by Stevenson, titled _Olalla_, in 1885, when he was in poor
health in Bournemouth. During the same period he also wrote _Kidnapped_
and _The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde_. Of course I picked
Olalla as being more obscure than those two. I thought I had diverted
attention from Stevenson with the (less widely known) information that he
had lived (in San Francisco) near London (in Monterey) when London was ca.
3 years old.
Your turn, John.
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remmers
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response 172 of 207:
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Dec 8 01:15 UTC 1998 |
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..."
Um, no, too easy.
<remmers ponders>
Okay, here goes:
Helena came over on a hot July day. She was of that
particular breed which has always made me feel in-
adequate. Tallish, so slender as to be almost, but
not quite, gaunt. The bones that happen after a few
centuries of careful breeding. Blond-gray hair,
sun-streaked, casual, dry-textured, like the face,
throats, backs of hands, by the sun and wind of the
games they play. Theirs is not the kind of cool
that is an artifice, designed as a challenge. It is
natural, impenetrable, and terribly polite. They
move well in their simple, unassuming little two-
hundred-dollar dresses, because long ago at Miss
Somebody's Country Day School they were so thor-
oughly taught that their grace is automatic and
ineradicable. There are no girl-tricks with eyes
and mouth. They are merely there, looking out at
you, totally composed, in almost exactly the way
they look out of the newspaper pictures of social
events.
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remmers
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response 173 of 207:
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Dec 8 15:11 UTC 1998 |
One hint for now: Author is dead American male.
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aruba
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response 174 of 207:
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Dec 8 18:16 UTC 1998 |
Random guess: John Cheever?
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kaifiyat
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response 175 of 207:
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Dec 8 18:53 UTC 1998 |
a wild guess - JFK
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rcurl
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response 176 of 207:
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Dec 8 20:24 UTC 1998 |
John Updike.....whoops, he's probably still alive.
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remmers
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response 177 of 207:
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Dec 8 21:07 UTC 1998 |
Updike is indeed alive and still writing.
Not John Cheever, not JFK.
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polygon
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response 178 of 207:
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Dec 8 21:40 UTC 1998 |
Robert Penn Warren.
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remmers
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response 179 of 207:
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Dec 9 01:42 UTC 1998 |
Not Robert Penn Warren.
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remmers
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response 180 of 207:
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Dec 9 12:17 UTC 1998 |
Another quote from the same work. I've suppressed the name of the
locale in the last paragraph because... because... well, because
that's just the way I am.
I hung up wondering why they didn't think about the
bottom of the lake. She'd had a try at about everything
else except jumping out a high window. What was the word?
Self-defenestration. Out the window I must go, I must go,
I must go...
Then some fragment of old knowledge began to nudge at the
back of my mind. After I had the eleven o'clock news on
the television, I couldn't pay attention because I was
too busy roaming around the room trying to unearth what
was trying to attract my attention.
Then a name surfaced, along with a man's sallow face,
bitter mouth, knowing eyes. Harry Simmons. A long talk,
long ago, after a friend of a friend had died. He'd added
a large chunk onto an existing insurance policy about
five months before they found him afloat, face-down, in
[name of location deleted].
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wgm
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response 181 of 207:
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Dec 9 22:23 UTC 1998 |
Sounds like it might be Raymond Chandler (The lady in the lake?)
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remmers
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response 182 of 207:
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Dec 10 00:47 UTC 1998 |
Not too bad a guess, except that the passage refers to eleven
o'clock TV news. There was no such thing in the 1940's when
_Lady in the Lake_ was written. In any case, it's not Chandler.
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wgm
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response 183 of 207:
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Dec 10 01:02 UTC 1998 |
Shucks. Did they have the news at 10, then, because people went to bed
earlier?
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remmers
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response 184 of 207:
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Dec 10 02:52 UTC 1998 |
Nah, the just didn't have TV to any great extent.
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wgm
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response 185 of 207:
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Dec 10 21:35 UTC 1998 |
So to zero in on dating, we need to know that it was late enough for TV news
and early enough that $200 was a lot of money for clothes.
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sjones
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response 186 of 207:
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Dec 11 10:10 UTC 1998 |
late sixties early seventies? john d macdonald, by any chance? and boy
did i have to rack my brain to remember, probably in vain...)
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sekari
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response 187 of 207:
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Dec 11 10:45 UTC 1998 |
To my knowledge John D Macdonald is still alive. But that may be the
other one, I think there are two of them in the literary field. I know that
one of them is a rather obscure author of young-adult sci-fi books. Hmm,
I'll have to do some checking on that the next time I'm at the library.
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remmers
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response 188 of 207:
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Dec 11 12:19 UTC 1998 |
Re #186: Bingo! John D. MacDonald it is. You got the time period right
too. Quotes are from _The Girl in the Plain Brown Wrapper_ ("A Travis
McGee Novel"), published in 1968. Excellent literary detective work by
wgm and sjones. Shucks, I was hoping it would be harder.
John D. MacDonald passed away a few years ago - sometime in the 1980's,
I think. Although best known for crime novels, especially the Travis
McGee series, he did write a bit of scifi and fantasy (_The Girl, the
Gold Watch, and Everything_, _Ballroom of the Stars_). Nothing
young-adult as far as I know, so sekari's probably thinking of a
different MacDonald.
The location I concealed in the second quote was Biscayne Bay. I felt
that revealing a Florida setting might be too big a clue.
Okay, sjones is up for the next quote.
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jep
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response 189 of 207:
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Dec 11 13:40 UTC 1998 |
No, John D. MacDonald did write some young adult science fiction novels.
I have one of them, though I don't remember the name of it. I'd read it
as a kid, then later tracked it down in a used bookstore.
A lot of well-known authors have written science fiction. Dean R.
Koontz was a B-grade science fiction author in the 1950's and 60's.
(They were *awful*. They gave me hope; if those novels got published, I
figured I too would be able to write salable science fiction. When I
discovered he was a best-selling horror writer, I was pretty surprised.)
Howard Fast wrote some wonderful science fiction novelettes.
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mcnally
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response 190 of 207:
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Dec 11 17:47 UTC 1998 |
Perhaps some of you are thinking of the science fiction author/editor
MacDonald and not Remmers' detective-fiction writing MacDonald.
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jep
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response 191 of 207:
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Dec 11 19:37 UTC 1998 |
I happened to be in Dawn Treader a little while ago, and I looked to see
if they had the MacDonald book I mentioned earlier. They didn't, but
they did have a few books in the science fiction section by John D.
MacDonald. I opened one of them, and saw a list of his other works,
including the Travis McGee series. This isn't proof of anything -- I
wasn't familiar with the book I opened, or any other books I saw there
by MacDonald -- but maybe it's some indication.
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