I read books no one reads any more. I tell you about them. I know you are very interested about everything antique.
I read about that British Jewish Lebenese Cypriot crowd in Alexandria. You know, the boys. Larry and Nessim. Balthazar and of course Clea, the sapphic teacher.
Alexandria is not what it used to be. The Arab socialists did not like the British-Jewish-Cypriot-Lebanese crowd, and the Islamists liked it even less.
Old Larry had a brother, Gerald. He was a veterinarian or something. He wrote a book about his family. They were animals.
Not only the British lower middle class became rich by writing books about their obnoxious sibling. Nancy Mitford became quite a hit when she described the platonic love affair of her sister, with Hitler. Her other sibling left the green island to fight against Franco.
And Muriel Spark wrote a book about her spinster ENFJ teacher who sent a protegee to Spain to fight for Franco. The poor girl did not live long.
After Spain George Orwell lived in misery in East End and the Latin Quartier.
Then came the war and old Chamberlain had to go. Winston left his country residence and his palet and went to see the King. He travelled to Moscow and saw Svetlana in the kitchen.
Svetlana had her twenty letters published and became a millionaire. She described the Allilejuva family in great detail. They were Georgian intellectuals who left Tiflis to live in Moscow. Their daughter became the secretary of Lenin.
Even before the war ended the left wing American Jewish writers came out of the closet. They soon became emigres.
Malamud travelled to Oregon and wrote the New Life. It is the best book ever written. Bradbury wrote a few short sories.
Then literature ended.
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