So I'm thinking about the Great Depression and in my mind's eye I keep seeing the city dump where William Powell was living in the movie My Man Godfrey until Carole Lombard hired him as her butler. But that's probably not what Kitty was talking about when she said that reading Harold Adams doesn't evoke the era of the depression to her.
Well, maybe this will. It's the collected memoirs of Charles Willeford, a great pulp mystery writer who rode the rails as an orphaned 12-year-old and finally joined the Army at age 16.
I read it a while ago. But I remember lots of poverty, hunger and deprivation. At the same time, not depressing, if you can believe it. But very moving. Also, I'll have to read Addie Pray. I saw the movie but never read the book.
Oops! Fixed the link to Willeford.
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