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The Ginger Man. Home · The Ginger Man Author: J. P. Donleavy. 44 downloads The Ginger Man · Read more · The Ginger Man. Read more · The Ginger. It isn't often that a book provokes not just one, but three legal battles. But then The Ginger Man isn't your average novel. When. Irish-American writer JP Don-. J. P. Donleavy was born in New York City in and educated there and at Trinity College, Dublin. Banned in the United States on its original appearance, J. P. Donleavy’s first novel has gone on to be internationally recognized as a masterpiece. Set in Ireland just after World.


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This page intentionally left blank Books by J. P. Donleavy THE GINGER MAN A SINGULAR MAN THE SADDEST SUMMER OF SAMUEL S THE BEASTLY. key aspects of my educational experience; like meeting more girls and drinking finer wine! The. Ginger Man changed my life, as it did many others. Immediately. The Ginger Man is a novel, first published in Paris in , by J. P. Donleavy. The story is set in . Create a book · Download as PDF · Printable version.

Comes and feels my leg.

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Says he loves New York and could we go somewhere away from the crowd and talk, be together, nice boy, high class boy. I left him hanging from his seat, a splash of red, white and blue tie coming out of his coat and I went up to Yorktown and danced with a girl in a flower print dress who said there was no fun and nobody around. On my way after the war to marry her. Ready to take the big plane across the sea. I first met her wearing a sky blue sweater and I knew they were pears.

What better than ripe pears. In London in the Antelope, sitting in the back with a fine pot of gin enjoying these indubitable people. She sat only inches away, a long cigarette in her white fingers. While the bombs were landing in London. I heard her ask for cigarettes and they had none. And leaning forward in my naval uniform, handsome and strong, please, do have some of mine. But please do, I insist. Not at all. And she dropped one and I reached down and touched her ankle with my finger.

My, what rich, lovely big feet. It moves all over the house. Even wails and has a rather disconcerting way of following one from room to room.

That scares me. Trap door in the hall. I was just beginning to enjoy all this. I thought you were kidding. Dangerfield encouraging him on. No noise.

Not a sound. Bravery becoming general again. Think you were the one up here.

Probably just some loose papers blowing across the floor. Just give me a whistle when it gets you around the neck.

Go in. Dangerfield looking up into the descending dust. A wail. With one eye. The other a great gaping hole. What a sight. How the hell did it get up there?

Must have been up there all the time. Might have belonged to a Mr.

Gilhooley who lived here only he fell off the cliff out there one night and was washed up three months later on the Isle of Man. Would you say, Kenneth, that maybe this house has a history of death? You look terrified. No need to let a little thing like a cat get you down. You can sleep wherever you like. Set on a tripod before the baywindows, a large brass telescope pointing out to sea.

In the corner an ancient upright piano, its top covered with opened tins and rinds of cheese. Three fat armchairs distorted with lumps of stuffing and poking springs. In this sad room We live like beasts. There you are, Kenneth, sitting on that stool, all the way from Cambridge, Massachusetts, freckled and fed on spaghetti. And me, from St. Louis, Missouri, because that night in the Antelope I took Marion to dinner and she paid. And a weekend after to a hotel. And other weekends till the war was over.

Bye bye bombs and back to America where I can only say I was tragic and lonely, feeling Britain was made for me. All I got out of old man Wilton was a free taxi to our honeymoon. We arrived and I bought a cane to walk the dales of Yorkshire. Our room was over a stream at this late summertime. And the maid was mad and put flowers in the bed and that night Marion put them in her hair, which she let down over her blue night gown.

O the pears. Cigarettes and gin. I recover slowly and then in my best accent, delivered with devastating resonance, I say Constance Then I spin on my heel, give her a good look at my tailoring, knock another toy aside with my cane and roar away" Dangerfield swinging back in the green rocking chair with a wiggle of joy, head shaking in a hundred yesses.

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O'Keefe striding the red tiles of the kitchen floor, waving a fork, his one live eye glistening in his head, a mad mick for sure. Perhaps he'll slip on one of the toys and break an arse bone.

Thought I'd suck her down socially. Would open all the letters I'd write to her daughter, and I'd sit in Widener Library thinking up the dirtiest stuff I could imagine, I think the old slut loved them. Used to make me laugh thinking she'd read them and then have to burn them. Jesus, I repel women, damn it Even this winter down in Connemara visiting the old folks, my cousin, who looked like a cow's arse wouldn't even come across.

I'd wait for her to go out and get the milk at night and go with her. At the end of the field I'd try to nudge her into the ditch. I'd get her all breathless and saying she'd do anything if I'd take her to the States and marry her.. I tried that for three nights running, standing out there in the rain up to our ankles in mud and cow flop, me trying to get her in the ditch, knock her down, but she was too strong.

So I told her she was a tub of lard and I wouldn't take her to East Jesus. Have to get them a visa before you can touch an arm" "Marry her, Kenneth" "Get tangled with that beast of burden for the rest of me days?

Be all right if I could chain her to the stove to cook but to marry the Irish is to look for poverty. I'd marry Constance Kelly out of spite. Put no encumbrance.

Man of means, extensive estates in West. Prefers women of stout build, with own capital and car for travel on Continent.

No others need apply. I want to leave my problem uncomplicated. O'Keefe driving a fork into the dripping breast and ripping off the legs.

Pot gives a tremble on the shelf. Little curtains with the red spots flutter. A gale outside. When you think of it, O'Keefe can cook. And this is my first chicken since the night I left New York and the waiter asked me if I wanted to keep the menu as a memory and I sat there in the blue carpeted room and said yes.

And around the corner in a bar a man in a brown suit offers to download a drink. Comes and feels my leg. Says he loves New York and could we go somewhere away from the crowd and talk, be together, nice boy, high class boy. I left him hanging from his seat, a splash of red, white and blue tie coming out of his coat and I went up to Yorktown and danced with a girl in a flower print dress who said there was no fun and nobody around.

Named Jean with remarkable breasts and I was dreaming of Marion's, my own tall thin blond with teeth fashionably bucked. On my way after the war to marry her. Ready to take the big plane across the sea. I first met her wearing a sky blue sweater and I knew they were pears.

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What better than ripe pears. In London in the Antelope, sitting in the back with a fine pot of gin enjoying these indubitable people. She sat only inches away, a long cigarette in her white fingers. While the bombs were landing in London.

I heard her ask for cigarettes and they had none. And leaning forward in my naval uniform, handsome and strong, please, do have some of mine. O I couldn't, really, thank you, no. But please do, I insist. It's very good of you. Not at all. And she dropped one and I reached down and touched her ankle with my finger. My, what rich, lovely big feet.

You're as white as a sheet. Whatever that scrabbling in the ceiling is, it's alive.

It moves all over the house. Even wails and has a rather disconcerting way of following one from room to room. Why don't you look up there? Trap door in the hall. I'll give you an axe and flashlight. I was just beginning to enjoy all this. I thought you were kidding. With axe cocked, O'Keefe advancing slowly towards the trap door.

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Dangerfield encouraging him on. O'Keefe pushing up the door, peering along the beam of light No noise. Not a sound. Bravery becoming general again. Think you were the one up here. Probably just some loose papers blowing across the floor. Just give me a whistle when it gets you around the neck.

Go in. Dangerfield looking up into the descending dust. O'Keefe's footfalls going towards the drawing room. A wail. A scream from O'Keefe. The other a great gaping hole. What a sight How the hell did it get up there? Must have been up there all the time. Might have belonged to a Mr. Gilhooley who lived here only he fell off the cliff out there one night and was washed up three months later on the Isle of Man.

Banned in the United States on its original appearance, J. Now marking sixty years since its first publication in Paris, it remains a witty, irresistible modern classic. He barely has time for his studies as he avoids bill collectors, makes love to almost anything in a skirt, and tries to survive without having to descend into the bottomless pit of steady work. Unruly, willful, and wholly devious. This lyrical, comic wonder was introduced to me by Hunter [S.

Every man should read this, and spend at least one evening in his life impersonating this unapologetic horror of an individual! Sebastian Dangerfield, the lecherous, treacherous, larcenous and thoroughly charming Ginger Man, appears to be immortal as well as immoral.

On every page there is that immediacy all good writing has. Today a rare sun of spring.

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And horse carts clanging to the quays down Tara Street and the shoeless white faced kids screaming. Wags his knapsack around on his back and looks at Sebastian Dangerfield. First bath for two months.Ginger Man follows Sebastian Dangerfield, a young law student from a wealthy American family, as he drops out of Dublin University law school, makes a mess of his early marriage, and drinks his way through the Dublin pubs. This lyrical, comic wonder was introduced to me by Hunter [S.

Two beetle American cars go by. The first time I went looking for credit they told me to come back with a letter from a bank manager. Should have played it cozy and married strictly for cash. In the kitchen, laying them out on the table. His wife and baby daughter are away, and he has his friend O'Keefe over.

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The counter was covered with rich sides of bacon and wicker baskets of bright eggs. Some descriptive passages hit suddenly like a combination of blows to the head, leaving you seeing stars. Sebastian Dangerfield, the lecherous, treacherous, larcenous and thoroughly charming Ginger Man, appears to be immortal as well as immoral.

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