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Erik Dorn

Auhtor: Ben Hecht

Language: english

Genres:

classic
Downloads: 20
eBook size: 297Kb

Review by Michael Gallagher, March 2007


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'Erik Dorn':

Slow-moving rather tedious tale of a selfish and unlikeable Chicago newspaperman with an unaccountable appeal to women. He abandons his adoring wife and elderly father for a young single woman ruins her life and goes on to Europe where he destroys a few more people. Heavy-handed and rather pointless.

Excerpts from the Book 'Erik Dorn':


... evil-doers did more than eliminate them from his threshold. It vindicated his own virtue. Virtue increases in direct proportion with its ability to ...
... in the snow ... all without secrets in the snow. Hail fellows of the street ... Curious, he should feel sad for a man who was smiling on a street corner. ...
... he announced. It irritated him to utter matter-of-fact directions. Why when he had had nothing to talk about had he been able to talk? And now ...
... stand up. But something was going to happen. The eyes of the workers were opening slowly all over the world. In Russia already a beginning of realities. ...
... to Rachel, You have given me wings! Erik Dorn CHAPTER II Time to get up. An oblong of sunlight squeezing through beneath the ...
... by composing her features, wearing a hat, saying pardon me when she trod on anyone's feet or bumped an elbow into a stomach. A stranger's world-gentlemen ...
... She stood holding it. It said to her, I am from Anna. I am from Anna. Words of Anna. I am the wife of Erik Dorn. Anna was a reality. Long ...
... literary, and vaguely social circles, of stolid men and eccentric acquaintances, were continually visited upon him. He was a personality, a figure ...
... that the corpse, God forgive him, is that of a brother and friend and that the Powers of Darkness threatening humanity are advancing upon him ... out ...
... then that he might go on, out and out.... He could follow her to the shore now.... The swim had exhausted them. Rachel threw herself on the sand, ...
... gutted the night with pink and orange flares. Figures of girls not yet shaped like barrels came into the street and stood for long moments in the ...
... of the bombardment of the Schloss. So we rushed out one night and opened fire, and when we had knocked off the balcony and peeled the plaster from ...
... rival him in my affections. The girl remained silent, and Dorn watched her face. He might embrace her and make love. It would perhaps flatter, ...
... already. The dream has died in her. A child's brain overstuffed with slogans, it begins now to ache and grow confused. Tyranny, injustice, ...
... We carried you out first. And then I left him. But, Dorn looked bewilderedly into the eyes of the girl. It was easier for him than for ...
... her, burying his face in her lap. It didn't matter. There was no one to see. Perhaps her hand would move gently over his hair. No, she was sitting ...
... Well, what of that? A woman's tears, you know, a woman's tears, don't mean anything. They don't, eh? No. The sight of him ...
... aloud with horror in lonely bedrooms? There's a question there. How do people who are important to themselves reconcile themselves to their unimportance ...
... notions expired apologetically before the first platitude to cross their path. We must always bear in mind that women are capable of sacrifice ...
... lusts, and adventures that the day has spilled. Read 'em and weep! Read 'em and laugh! Here's the latest, hot off the presses, from dreamers and ...