Green Shadows, White Whale: A Novel of Ray Bradbury's Adventures Making Moby Dick with John Huston in Ireland
In 1953, the intense yet terrifying titan of cinema John Huston summons the younger author Ray Bradbury to eire. The worried scribe's quest is to seize on paper the fiercest of all literary beasts -- Moby Dick -- within the type of a possible screenplay so the nice director can start filming.
But from the instant he units foot on Irish soil, the writer embarks on an unforeseen odyssey. Meet congenial IRA terrorists, tippling males of the material impish playwrights, and the boyos at Heeber Finn's pub. In a land the place fable is fact, poetry is abundant, and life's misfortunes are constantly reason for occasion, Green Shadows, White Whale is the grandest travel of eire you are going to ever event -- with the irrepressible Ray Bradbury as your enthusiastic guide.
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