Tuesday, December 27, 2016
The Naked and the Dead by Norman Mailer
It is much, more better than that, although it is remniscient of Dos Passos. For a 25 year old to have written it in 18 months, it's astonishing.
His gelid eyes were very blue... he was efficient and strong and usually empty and his main cast of mind was a superior contempt toward nearly all other mean. He hated weakness and he loved practically nothing. There was a crude unformed vision in his soul but he was rarely conscious of it.
Yeah. And an anger would work in him. They had torn at each other once, had felt sick when they close together and other people were with them. Now, in sleep their bodies intruded; there was always a heavy limb in the way. And the nights together working on them, this new change, this living together between them like a heavy dull weight, washing dishes and mouthing familiar kisses.