LOVE IS JUST A WORD by Johannes Mario Simmel

LOVE IS JUST A WORD

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KIRKUS REVIEW

Closer to It Can't Always Be Caviar (1965) than Dear Fatherland which appeared earlier this year, this is a headlong, breakneck novel which is inexhaustibly enterprising for all of its 500 pages. Love runs to many words and is very actively pursued. By Oliver Mansfield, 22, a senior in school (detained en route) and now at an Institute in Luxembourg for the disturbed and deprived youngsters of the prominent. (Gargoyles all.) And on the receiving end, Verena, the wife of a prominent Nazi banker, mother of an illegitimate child, and ne plus beautiful. Oliver retrieves Verena's diamond and emerald bracelet, stolen by another schoolmate of formidable sexual appetite, and before long Oliver and Verena are altogether in love and hoping to marry once Verena secures a divorce. . . . But what of her husband who is monitoring their meetings in an old Roman observation tower? And how did Oliver die there (murder or suicide)? And why did he write this manuscript with all explained except the end? To be sure it proceeds at a rate of 120 kilometers per hour and is outrageously readable--a kind of Marat/Sade Crackerjack.

Pub Date: May 26th, 1969
Publisher: McGraw-Hill