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This is a novel written not so much to convey the story of the alcoholic, British Consul to Mexico, Geoffrey Firmin, as to convey a sense of alcoholism in a certain place and time: Quauhnahuac, Mexico, on the Day of the Dead in 1938. One chapter for each of the narrative hours in the story; a plethora of landmarks both mesmerizing and nearly unpronounceable; a constant thread of either exquisitely crafted descriptive details or stream-of-consciousness meanderings; and a narrative told in such depth of detail as to render imagination nearly unnecessary: these are the hallmarks of both this magnificent novel and, as Lowry presents it, alcoholism. This lengthy novel may be a struggle at times, but the words are rather intoxicating, and I appreciate Lowry's superb variety in crafting sentences. This novel is a testament to the experiential impact and creative necessity of the medium of written words, and to the uniquely passionate manifestations to which every expressive medium attains.
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