SONG OF THE FLEA by Gerald Kersh


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What a pen- and what poison it distills! Few write better than Kersh his readers through such a quagmire -- and makes the experience an unforget? this as in so many of his books- one rubs elbows with pimps and prostitutes, bar flies, and the dregs of the underworld. Now and again, Pym, our out of the smothering poverty with all its concomitants, and seems on Fate has it in for him, and his weak past rises to smite him and push There's Win, his evil genius -- and Busto, the buzzard-like landlord- the pathetic little woman who believes so ardently in her own brings Pym good luck- and Proudfoot, the renegade mouthpiece- and Harry, each one worse than the other. Joanna, under her hardness, has a of decency, and the story ends on a note of faint hope. And yet, with wheel of Pym's fortune, it is his goodness of heart, his incurable faith decency, that betrays him and flaunts his failures. Kersh has a sort of genius. And how he can write. But who wants to live in his

Pub Date: April 22nd, 1948