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"ERIK DORN" is the epoch making novel that introduced to the American Public one of the most original and forceful of its contemporary writers. Working in obscurity before this, known to most as a brilliant newspaper man and only to a few as a creative writer of high note, "Erik Dorn" brought him at once to a leading position in American literature. It introduced a new facet into realism, the truths he reveals of contemporary life are forced home by exquisite irony, and in his work is recaptured the sardonic spirit of one of the greatest ages of English literature-of the age of Swift, Sterne and Fielding. To this Ben Hecht adds an unmatched brilliance of writing, so that aside from the interest of story and characters it is stimulating and a constant fascination to follow the sheer wizardry of his words. Burton Rascoe says: "He has, I think, more talent, more intelligence, more experience, more assurance than any member of the post-war generation of American writers."

From a veranda chair he looked at the stars. He wore a white beard, and his eyes, grown small with age, watered continually as if he were weeping. Half-hidden under his beard his emaciated lips kept the monotonous grimace of a smile on his face. He sat in the dark, a patient, trembling figure waiting for bedtime. His feet, though he rested them all day, grew heavy at night. Of late this weariness had increased. It reached like a caress into his mind. Thoughts no longer formed themselves in the silences of his hours. I nstead, a gentle sleep, dreamless and dark, came upon him and left him sitting with his little eyes, open and moist, fastened without sight upon familiar objects. As he sat, the withered body of this old man seemed to grow always more motionless, except for his hands. Resting on his thighs, his twiglike hands remained forever awake, their thin xmtorted fingers crawling vaguely about like the legs of 8long-impaled(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at