AtDtDA23: Into the Folk-Dream

[Werner Presber]

I'm from frankfurt. „Wonderstructure of the Gallows-field" is 100%  
Pynchon. Nobody in Frankfurt says Gallows-field, we say  
Gallusviertel. „Gretchen“ from Faust, alias  Susanna Margaretha  
Brandt was buried there. More about Frankfurt and Thurn und Taxis!!  
you can find by Wilkie Collins.

Read
Jezebel´s  Daughter

Plot:

In 1828, the firm of Wagner, Keller and Engelman has offices in  
London and Frankfort.  After the death of her husband, the  
progressive Mrs Wagner becomes senior partner, running the London  
office where she plans to employ women clerks.  To prove that  
lunatics can be cured by kindness, she removes the simple-minded Jack  
Straw from Bedlam and takes him into her household.


In Frankfort, Fritz Keller, son of one of the other partners, has  
fallen in love with Minna Fontaine, daughter of a sinister widow  
whose husband made a life-time study of poisons.  Keller's father  
disapproves of Mrs Fontaine, who is constantly in debt, and refuses  
to allow Fritz and Minna to marry.  Fritz is sent to London and a  
young Englishman, David Glenney, who tells the story, goes to  
Frankfort in his place.  Here he meets Minna and her mother and  
innocently introduces them to the third partner, Engelman.  Mrs  
Fontaine, determined to further her daughter's marriage, uses  
Engelman, who falls in love with her, to trick her way into Keller's  
house.

read more

ch. I. : „Certainly." He took my arm and waited to repeat the lesson  
until we had left the house; "Always distrust a man's last wishes on  
his death-bed--unless they are communicated to his lawyer, and  
expressed in his will." cf. col49

ch IIX: “The day was dark, when the old weary way of traveling  
brought me at last to Frankfort. The unseen prospect, at the moment  
when I stepped out of the mail-post-carriage, was darker still.“ he  
has arrived the Thurn and Taxi Building in Frankfurt cf. col49

„I pushed my way through the crowd, with the charming stranger close  
at my heels. Arrived at the post-office, I drew aside to let her make  
her own inquiries. Would she mention her name? No; she handed in a  
passport, and asked if there was a letter waiting for the person  
named in it. The letter was found; but was not immediately delivered.  
As well as I could understand, the postage had been insufficiently  
paid, and the customary double-rate was due. The young lady searched  
in the pocket of her dress--a cry of alarm escaped her. "Oh!" she  
exclaimed, "I have lost my purse, and the letter is so important!"  
post-office means Thurn and Taxis building.“ cf. col49


Am 30.11.2007 um 05:06 schrieb Dave Monroe:

> "the Wonderstructure of the Gallows-field"

Werner Presber
Mein Weblog: Scheinriese


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