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The Romance of a Short Walk

November 29th, 2013 by Adam G.

Two detective novels I read recently unexpectedly had passages on being in love.

“Let’s go for a little walk. I’ve got work to do to, but it can wait.”
She came along with me under the trees, leaning with carefully controlled lightness on my arm. The old street seemed beautiful and formal in the morning light.
I told her a story I remembered from my childhood. There had been a time, it said, when men and women were closer than twins and shared the same mortal body. I told her that when the two of us came together, I felt that close to her. And when she dropped out of sight, I felt that loss of a part of myself.
We walked slowly around the block, as if we had inherited the morning and were looking for a place to spend it. We were contented and grave, like two people performing a ceremony.

Thus Ross MacDonald, the Blue Hammer.

The other was a book by Andrea Camilleri the Age of Doubt. What a book! It had a rich vein of low humor, a throat-tightening description of what its like to fall crazy in love, and low and high tragedy. I am about to go on a guzzle of Camilleri’s stuff.

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November 29th, 2013 07:39:55
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Agellius
December 2, 2013

MacDonald is one of my favorites. I’m glad to have the recommendation on Camilleri since I’ve read all of MacDonald’s at least once if not twice.


Adam G.
December 2, 2013

I just read Camilleri’s first book, called the Shape of the Water, and it wasn’t nearly as good. Now I’m not sure which book is the fluke.


MC
December 3, 2013

“It was so they went down the hill. In the darkness they played like two splendid young things in a young world. Once, running swiftly forward, Helen tripped George and he fell. He squirmed and shouted. Shaking with laughter, he roiled down the hill. Helen ran after him. For just a moment she stopped in the darkness. There was no way of knowing what woman’s thoughts went through her mind but, when the bottom of the hill was reached and she came up to the boy, she took his arm and walked beside him in dignified silence. For some reason they could not have explained they had both got from their silent evening together the thing needed. Man or boy, woman or girl, they had for a moment taken hold of the thing that makes the mature life of men and women in the modern world possible.”

http://www.bartleby.com/156/24.html

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