The Green Man

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As a young man at Oxford, Amis joined the Communist Party of Great Britain and left it in 1956. [25] [26] He later described this stage of his political life as "the callow Marxist phase that seemed almost compulsory in Oxford." [27] Amis remained nominally on the Left for some time after the war, declaring in the 1950s that he would always vote for the Labour Party. [28] You see, in medieval myth, a Green Man is the symbol of the Devil. Amis' Green Man is in the fantasies of a drunken and morally besotted manager of an English B & B, and the Green Man eventually seizes the man's soul (or at least that inference is there for us Christians).

An animal gets killed to demonstrate that the danger is real, - a widely-used, but, in my opinion, a rather lame device. I was thinking about it and I think we have Emily Brontë to blame for this. Heathcliff was trying to kill a dog and everybody knows he's a most villainous villain ( el malo malísimo), and since Emily's book became such a great influence for literature and cinema, now every time an author wants to show us that somebody is evil without sacrificing one of the main characters, an animal is fictionally murdered. It's ironic that Emily actually loved dogs and that dog in 'Wuthering Heights' survived. I might be wrong, of course (about the influence bit, not about the dogs bit).I read the Green Man while heavily boozing in Berlin, and let me tell you, going drink for drink with the protagonist was a wake up call. Amis gives you an up and down horror/suspense story, set in a pub, obviously, as plotlines in Amis' stories tend not to happen more then ten paces from a drink. As it is an Amis plotline, the main storyline is bulked out by the heavy drinking of the protagonist, and his fumbling engineering of a three-way with his wife and her best friend. So something for everyone. John Wakeman, World Authors 1950–1970: A Companion Volume to Twentieth Century Authors. New York: H. W. Wilson Company, 1975, pp. 448–448 ISBN 0824204190. I have no novelists, finding theirs a puny and piffling art, one that, even at its best, can render truthfully no more than a few minor parts of the total world it pretends to take as its field of reference.” So declares Mr. Maurice Allington while scanning the books of his personal library in the study of his rustic country inn, The Green Man.

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