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| Friday, March 03, 2006 |
"The Quiet American"
I asked Alex to pick up a book for me from my to-read list. "Our Man in Havana" wasn't in, and Alex was in a hurry, so he grabbed the first Graham Greene title he recognized: "The Quiet American."
It was a fortuitous thing. This is a great book. I saw the movie when it came out on DVD, so I already knew the story. But the writing was so good that I got caught up in it anyway, even to the point that I forgot to jot down my favorite phrases. I did catch a few:
... "Phuong," I said -- which means Phoenix, but nothing nowadays is fabulous and nothing rises from its ashes ...
... I was a man without a vocation -- one cannot seriously consider journalism a vocation ...
The last line of the novel is stunning, but I'm not going to write it out here. You'll have to read it for yourself.
posted by Nichole @ 11:36 PM
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