Malcolm Lowry

It is the Day of the Dead. The fiesta is in full swing. In the shadow of Popocatepeti, ragged children beg for coins to buy skulls made of chocolate, and ugly pariah dogs roam the streets. Geoffrey Firmin, HM ex-consul, is drowning himself in liquor and Mescal, while his ex-wife and half-brother look on, powerless to help him. As the...