Frederic Prokosch - The Seven Who Fled

Damn you, Tracer Hand!

Missed the opportunity for a faux syllogism, such as
1. Of course, I am well aware you were the original poster
2. Even assuming 1), there is a possibility that you might have been meaning you enjoyed Fizzles post and not referring to the book itself, although realistically this possibility only exists for the purpose of comic misunderstanding.
3. Damn you, Tracer Hand!

Thanks TH! I didn't finish it - at the time I got tired the somewhat allegorical-feeling structure plus dreamlike landscapes and wanted to read something else with the mechanical constraints that imply a similarly constraining reality. Regretting it slightly now, and will return to it.

In the early 80s, I think, I read a review of Prokosch's book about his semi-friendship with Auden, apparently awkward for the latter, no problemo for the former, at least as described by James Atlas, who also explained to us boomers that FP got great reviews early on, then gradually disappeared, until this, which incl. "enigmatic personal references in arch, mandarin prose." Not that Atlas didn't come off as possibly dickish as well.