The Green Parrot is a strange and beautiful story with the faintly arid charm of a miniature painted on the cover of a seventeenth snuff box. There is a great deal of reticent drama, but no melodrama. The overtones of the story are left to the reader's imagination. The result is a slender, but captivating and completely self sufficient novel. THE NEW YORK TIMES
Proust and Marthe Bibesco were natives of the same land and their touching fingertips at the ball was more deeply significant that the embraces of those who danced together till dawn
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“A strange and beautiful story, with the faintly arid charm of a miniature painted on the cover of a seventeenth-century snuff box.”—The New York Times“Proust and Princess Bibesco were natives of the same land….Their touching of fingertips at the ball was more significant than the embraces of those who danced till dawn.”—George Painter
The Green Parrot is a strange and beautiful story with the faintly arid charm of a miniature painted on the cover of a seventeenth snuff box. There is a great deal of reticent drama, but no melodrama. The overtones of the story are left to the reader's imagination. The result is a slender, but captivating and completely self sufficient novel. THE NEW YORK TIMES
Proust and Marthe Bibesco were natives of the same land and their touching fingertips at the ball was more deeply significant that the embraces of those who danced together till dawn
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“A strange and beautiful story, with the faintly arid charm of a miniature painted on the cover of a seventeenth-century snuff box.”—The New York Times“Proust and Princess Bibesco were natives of the same land….Their touching of fingertips at the ball was more significant than the embraces of those who danced till dawn.”—George Painter