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Burton as Le Carre's Alec Leamus |
“Went to bed and read a
‘Travis McGee’ thriller by a very competent American writer called John D.
MacDonald. He is one of those prolific writers like Simenon and Erle Stanley
Gardner and so on who seem to turn out a book a month. MacDonald is a cut above
most, however, and tries to be unsentimentally tough about the decaying
morality and mass-production mania and advertising nightmare of the American
way of life. Ends up with a lump in his throat about the occasional innate
nobility of man.
“McGee is a thoroughly
detestable man in his pretended cynicism and muscular pretension and despises
with a tired dismissal anybody who is not ‘machismo’ and ‘mucho hombre’ and an
inexhaustible stud.

"However,
I’ve learned to skip the sermons when they come up and the yarns and the
inconsequential but authentic-seeming descriptive backgrounds are very
readable.
“I envy anyone’s capacity
for such sustained and for the most part sound writing. If he wrote one book a
year instead of 10, he could be considerable.
“I don’t think I could
write a thriller. I don’t think I want to even if I could. Such books are meant
to be read, not written. Read fast and quickly forgotten and therefore readable
again in a couple of years.”
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