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The Brass Bed

par Fletcher Flora

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She was everything, and most of all she was the earth's most tempting woman in a way that was peculiarly her own . . . but I could hear her rich, provocative voice saying softly that everything would be so very simple if only the man named Kirby would die . . . and as that summer grew, in desire and in terror, my world no longer had the familiar features of a fine and comforting thing, but the strange remnants of an ugly, threatened place . . . . . . and the root of it all lay hidden in the secret of The Brass Bed.… (plus d'informations)
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Fletcher Flora's "The Brass Bed" is a classic pulp-era tale of love, desperation, murder, and mistrust.

Flora, as he often does, takes a while till the story gets to the point where as Holmes would say, "The game is at foot." It is actually originally a line from Shakespeare's King Henry IV. At any rate, while there are pulp stories where the game commences on page one with the main character waking up with a bloody corpse in his arms or in a swamp with half the county on his heels, here Flora takes his time breathing life into his characters and much of the first half seems to be idle chatter among the leisure class, busy drinking and bantering.

There are hints soon enough as Jolly speaks of her unhappy marriage, her need for a solution other than divorce, and of what could only be if... It's not until late in the book when you feel Felix's utter terror, his refusal to force an answer as to what really happened, and his panic. Had such desperation been evident from the start, the book would have really soared. ( )
  DaveWilde | Sep 22, 2017 |
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She was everything, and most of all she was the earth's most tempting woman in a way that was peculiarly her own . . . but I could hear her rich, provocative voice saying softly that everything would be so very simple if only the man named Kirby would die . . . and as that summer grew, in desire and in terror, my world no longer had the familiar features of a fine and comforting thing, but the strange remnants of an ugly, threatened place . . . . . . and the root of it all lay hidden in the secret of The Brass Bed.

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