am at the starbucks on harbor near newport blvd....on a break from work....i have about 4 hours...

about halfway through hamsun's tales of love and loss..

in "Ladykiller" he swoons nonstop from woman to woman, expressing in grand gestures his love for only this one and then..for only that one...in "The Queen of Sheba"..following a woman who had the unfortunate accident of merely glancing at him..following her from train to train..watching at each stop to see if she would depart...incurring ticket fares and surcharges and making up elaborate ruses to merely and quite accidentally of course "bump into her". of course this story ends poorly for the main fellow..he writes so well the different strata of society, but what he does best is show the fumbling bumpkin inside of the self professed aristocrat. to me he is the woody allen of early 1900's nordland...