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Название книги: Fourth Angry Mouse
Автор(ы): David Schickler
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Fourth-Angry-Mouse-161896.html
Jeremy Jax wanted to be funny, like his grandfather.Jeremy’s grandfather was Robby Jax, the famous comedian. In his seventies-which also happened to be the 1970s-Robby Jax was still performing at Cherrywood’s Lounge, on 42nd Street, and Jeremy attended the shows with his parents.Jeremy was ten, and when he sat on the couches in Cherrywood’s, he expected that someone might read aloud to him from The Chronicles of Narnia. Bookcases lined the room. There were studs on the walls on which men hung their hats. The smoke in the air had a blue glow, and the smoke seemed to remain in the room, day or night, even when no pipes were lighted. At Cherrywood’s, women drank coffee with amaretto, and men drank ale. When someone sank a shot at the pool table, the ball fell snugly into one of six leather pouches.In one corner, between two bookcases, was a small, hardwood stage bearing an upholstered chair. In this chair, drinking century-old Scotch, was Robby Jax. He sat down around eight on a Saturday night, d
Название книги: Fourth Angry Mouse
Автор(ы): David Schickler
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Fourth-Angry-Mouse-161896.html
Jeremy Jax wanted to be funny, like his grandfather.Jeremy’s grandfather was Robby Jax, the famous comedian. In his seventies-which also happened to be the 1970s-Robby Jax was still performing at Cherrywood’s Lounge, on 42nd Street, and Jeremy attended the shows with his parents.Jeremy was ten, and when he sat on the couches in Cherrywood’s, he expected that someone might read aloud to him from The Chronicles of Narnia. Bookcases lined the room. There were studs on the walls on which men hung their hats. The smoke in the air had a blue glow, and the smoke seemed to remain in the room, day or night, even when no pipes were lighted. At Cherrywood’s, women drank coffee with amaretto, and men drank ale. When someone sank a shot at the pool table, the ball fell snugly into one of six leather pouches.In one corner, between two bookcases, was a small, hardwood stage bearing an upholstered chair. In this chair, drinking century-old Scotch, was Robby Jax. He sat down around eight on a Saturday night, d
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