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Join us on May 7 at 6:30 to meet local author Dan Torday and hear him discuss his new book The Last Flight of Poxl West.
"A wonderful accomplishment of storytelling verve:
tender, lyrical, surprising, full of beautifully rendered details.
Torday is a prodigiously talented writer, with a huge heart."
-- George Saunders, author of Tenth of December
From St. Martin's Press: "Poxl West fled the Nazis' onslaught in Czechoslovakia. He escaped
their clutches again in Holland. He pulled Londoners from the Blitz's
rubble. He wooed intoxicating, unconventional beauties. He rained fire
on Germany from his RAF bomber.
"Poxl West is the epitome of manhood
and something of an idol to his teenage nephew, Eli Goldstein, who
reveres him as a brave, singular, Jewish war hero. Poxl fills Eli's head
with electric accounts of his derring-do, adventures and romances, as
he collects the best episodes from his storied life into a memoir.
"Daniel Torday's debut novel, The Last Flight of Poxl West,
beautifully weaves together the two unforgettable voices of Eli
Goldstein and Poxl West, exploring what it really means to be a hero,
and to be a family, in the long shadow of war."
not merely the despaired of occasion
it not better abort than be barren
hours after you are gone are so leaden they
will always start dragging too soon the
grapples clawing blindly the bed of want bringing
up the bones the old loves sockets
filled once with eyes like yours all
always is it better too soon than never the
black want splashing their faces saying
again nine days never floated the loved nor
nine months nor
you do not teach me I shall not learn saying
again there is a last even
of last times last
times of begging last
times of loving of
knowing not knowing pretending a
last even of last times of saying if
you do not love me I shall not be loved if
I do not love you I shall not love
churn of stale words in the heart again love
love love thud of the old plunger pestling
the unalterable whey
of words terrified
not loving of
loving and not you of
being loved and not by you of
knowing not knowing pretending pretending I
and all the others that will love you if
they love you