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A Title That’s Worth A Thousand Words

I’m a sucker for titles.  I have problems with poems that titled “Untitled”.  If the poet doesn’t know what he/she is talking about, then I won’t know either.  Great titles stimulate the imagination.  It creates a hunger in me to know more.  Take The Chinese Bigamy of Mr. Winterlea—three fantasies in a flash, promiscuously displayed for the eager eyes.

I don’t know how many copies there are floating in space, but my guess is Henry McAleavy, the translator of this book, has fallen into obscurity.  His delightful soap-opera account of intrigues between the English and the Chinese in the early 1900’s reminded me of the serial stories in the Hong Kong evening newspaper when I was growing up.  The nightly short installment produced an inexplicable hunger as I went to school and listened to the drones.  And if the papers were not delivered when I got home, I threw a fit.

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