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“The movements of some more little red birds in the garden, like animated rosebuds, appeared unbearably jittery and thievish. It was as though the creatures were attached by sensitive wires to his nerves.”

Quote by Malcolm Lowry

Book:Under the Volcano: A Novel

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Under the Volcano: A Novel

Under the Volcano is a novel by British author Robert Louis Stevenson, published in 1928. Set in Mexico during the 1930s, the story revolves around the lives of two expatriates, Alonzo and his wife, who are struggling with alcoholism and existential despair. The novel is known for its vivid portrayal of the Mexican landscape and its exploration of themes such as the nature of evil, the destructiveness of alcoholism, and the search for meaning in a chaotic world. more

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Malcolm Lowry, born on July 28, 1909, was a renowned British poet known for his unique literary style and profound depiction of alcoholism. His life was marked by challenges, including multiple mental breakdowns, yet his poetry remains a significant contribution to 20th-century literature. more

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