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do with itIt was mostly black and blue, the
color of bruises, and when it was done, my left
arm ached from the exerciseMy hand was
splattered with paint all the way to the wrist
The finished canvas reminded me a little of those
noir paperback covers I used to see back when I
was a kid, the ones that always featured some
roundheels dame headed for hellOnly on the
paperback covers, the dame was usually blond and
twenty-twoishIn my picture, she had dark hair
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and looked on the plus side of fortyThis dame
was my ex-wife
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but a pair of blue pantiesThe strap of a
matching bra trailed across one legHer head was
slightly bent, but there was no mistaking her
features; I had caught her BRILLIANTLY in just a
few harsh strokes of black that were almost like
Chinese ideogramsOn the slope of one breast was
the picture’s only real spot of brightness: a rose
tattooI wondered when she’d gotten it, and why
Pam wearing ink seemed as unlikely to me as Pam
racing a dirt-bike at Mission Hill, but I had no
doubt whatever that it was true; it was just a
fact, like Carson Jones’s Torii Hunter tee-shirt
There were also two men in the picture, both naked
One stood at the window, half-turnedHe had a
perfectly typical body for a white middle-class
man of fifty or so, one I imagined you could see
in any Gold’s Gym changing room: poochy stomach,
flat little no-cheeks ass, moderate man-titsHis
face was intelligent and well-bredOn that face
now was a melancholy she’s-almost-gone lookA
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Palm DesertHe might as well have been wearing a
sign around his neckMax who had lost his father
last year, Max who had started by offering Pam
coffee and had ended up offering her moreShe’d
taken him up on the coffee and the more, but not
all the more he would have givenYou couldn’t see all of it, but what you
could see was a lot more naked than his ass
The other man leaned in the doorway with his
ankles crossed, a position that pressed his thighs
together and pushed his considerable package
forwar

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“It takes a lot for a guy to do it,” he said again to BrownThe memories were uncomfortable, and yet they furnished him a deep pride”If you want to get anywhere you got to know what the score is,” he said
“Yeah, you got to know who to suck,” Brown reminded him
“That’s part of omega seamaster gmt it,” Stanley said coldlyBrown still had a few tools he could employ against him
Stanley gazed at the men sprawled on the beach, looking for a better answer to give BrownHe noticed Croft stalking along the edge of the beach, searching the jungle, and he watched him
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with a hot toasting-fork? Was it that momentary
thing, muchacho?” Wireman made the thumb and
forefinger of one hand into a gun and pointed it
at me”I was married to a Mexican lassie, and I
know jealousy
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beforeThat was easy to forget
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All that space!

The Time Machine:
JOEY GOLDSTEIN
THE COVE OF BROOKLYN

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lips, and a voice she knew but couldn’t rememberKatie Scarlett O’Hara Her mind searched,
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Why didn’t he let her sleep if he was her friend? Why didn’t he give
her the medicine before the pain came back? “Katie Scarlett She
opened her eyes halfway
Light hurt them, and she closed the lids”That’s a good girl,
Scarlett darlingOpen your eyes, I’ve something for you His
coaxing tone was insistentScarlett’s eyes openedSomeone had
moved
the lamp, and the dimness was easyThere’s my friend Colum
She tried to smile, but memory flooded her mind, and her lips
crumpled
into childlike bubbling sobs”The baby’s dead, ColumPut me to
sleep again The wet cloth
stroked her cheeks, wiped her mouth”No, no, no, Scarlett, no, no,
the baby’s here, the baby’s not dead Slowly the meaning became
clearNot dead, said her mind”Not dead?” said Scarlett
She could see Colum’s face, Colum’s smile”Not dead, mavourneen,
not
dead Scarlett turned her head on the pillowWhy was
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was there”Your daughter, Katie Scarlett,” said Colu

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I put my pencil back in the little belt-pack and
zipped it closed”Jack?” Speaking quietlyHis
eyes were closed, and sweat still stood out on his
cheeks and forehead, but I thought his breathing
had slowed”How are you now? Any better?”
“Yeah,” he said without opening his eyes”What’d
you do?”
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Wireman reached over my shoulder, picked up the
pad, studied the picture, and nodded”I’m
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gone around by water
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off the south end of the Key?”
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stripSeagrape and banyan branches scraped along
the sides of the slowly trundling Mercedes, making
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potholes in some places, continued to bend inland,
and now it had also begun to climb
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bowed”How do you do,” she saidWas she supposed to shake hands
with a painter? “Fantastique,” said the painterHe snapped his
fingersTwo men carried the enormous pier glass to a spot between
the
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her body, and a silver-encrusted white satin train spread in a mulberry bayswater sinuous
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look like Grandma Robillard’s portrait more than I look like meThe
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Copyright, 1930, by Carl Fischer, Inc New York, and used with their permission

Brother, Can You Spare a Dime? Words by EHarburg, music by Jay Gorney
Copyright, 1932, by Harms, Inc and used with the permission of Music Publishers Holding Corporation

Faded Summer Love, words and music by Phil Baxter
Copyright, 1931, by Leo Feist, Inc and used with their permission

I Love a Parade, words by Ted Koehler, music by Harold Arlen
Copyright, 1931, by Harms, Inc and used with the permission of Music Publishers Holding Corporation

Show Me the Way to Go Home, words and music by Irving King
Copyright, 1925, by Harms, Inc and used with the permission of Music Publishers Holding Corporation

These Foolish Things Remind Me of You, by Jack Strachey, Hold Marvel and Harry Link
Copyright, 1935, by Bourne, Inc and used with their permission

All characters and incidents in this novel are fictional, and any resemblance
to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental

COPYRIGHT, 1948, BY NORMAN MAILER

PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

BY THE HADDON CRAFTSMEN, INC

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

I would like to thank William Raney, Theodore SAmussen, and Charles Devlin for the aid and encouragement given me at various times in the writing of this novel

To my Mother and Bea

PART ONE
Wave

1

NOBODY COULD sleepWhen morning came, assault craft would be lowered and a first wave of troops would ride through the surf and charge ashore on the beach at AnopopeiAll over the ship, all through the convoy, there was a knowledge that in a few hours some of them were going to be dea