"She had a tiny scar over the ridge of one eye . . . She knew a dozen words in French; she had never learned to drive a car; I measured her once, against a wall, kissing her for every twelve inches and she was five feet, four and a half inches, without her shoes on." Fifty years ago, Alfred Hayes wa[...]
New York in the 1950s. A man on a barstool is telling a story about a woman he met in a bar, early married and soon divorced, her child farmed out to her parents, good-looking, if a little past her prime. They'd gone out, they'd grown close, but as far as he was concerned it didn't add up to much. H[...]
Alfred Hayes is one of the secret masters of the twentieth-century novel, a journalist and scriptwriter and poet who possessed an immaculate ear for prose and wrote two perfect short novels about passion and its payback.
"My Face for the World to See" is set in Hollywood, where the tonic for ano[...]