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Not recalling an old student is, arguably, fairly understandable but in Lippincott's case it's surprising; he once attempted to bite (yes, bite) Renault's eyes out in a lecture theatre. It's the kind of incident, even with the passing of a number of years, which would make a face a little difficult to forget. And yet clad in his uniform, Lippincott is all but invisible. As far as Renault, or anyone else in Nester, New York, is concerned he's just the Mailman; a point Lennon enunciates, beautifully, by addressing him simply as "Mailman" throughout the book. Those who rely on him for their post are blissfully ignorant of his troubled history: the breakdown at university, the failed marriage and romantic affairs, his latently incestuous relationship with Gillian, his sister, the addiction to pornography and the downright, peculiar circumstances that led to him being (erroneously, as it happens) accused of exposing himself in a public library. He, on the other hand, knows everything about their lives because he habitually, steals and reads their correspondence.
Lippincott is, as the brief catalogue of his woes and predilections above hints, not especially likeable--Postman Pat he certainly isn't. He does have a cat (four in total, actually). None of them, however, are black and white and one he abandons on waste ground miles from home; he later holds a fraudulent funeral to put an inquisitive girlfriend off the scent. His caustic, self-pitying ruminations on failure, love, his parents and small town American life, all bumper-stickered Volvos and glad-handing mayors, never quite hit the venomous existentialism of, say, Frederick Exley in A Fan's Notes, but there's a strain of good old-fashioned male alienation to his world view. Lennon joins Pynchon and Bukowski, in delivering a truly affecting, bleakly comic epic from the protean travails of a pitifully screwed up letter carrier. --Travis Elborough
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Book Description Paperback. Condition: Good. The book has been read but remains in clean condition. All pages are intact and the cover is intact. Some minor wear to the spine. Seller Inventory # GOR002346344
Book Description Paperback. Condition: Very Good. Albert Lipincott is a thirty-year veteran of the Nestor, New York Post Office - a letter carrier extraordinaire, aggressively cheerful, obsessively efficient. But Albert has a few things to hide. His unfortunate habit, for instance, of reading other people's mail. His abortive university career, complete with a crackpot theory, a nervous breakdown, and a thwarted attempt to bite out his professor's eye. A disastrous marriage, grotesquely self-absorbed parents, and a sexually ambiguous entanglement with his melodramatic sister. And then there's his attempt to reform the postal system of Kazakhstan, and his complicated relationship with his cats. And now his supervisors are on to his letter-opening compulsion, there's a throbbing pain under his left arm, and he is finding it increasingly difficult to contain his emotions. Things are closing in on Albert and he is forced to confront, once and for all, his life's failures. Albert Lipincott is a brilliant creation: flawed, damaged, but fiercely perceptive, and desperate to make meaning out of the mess of existence. He, and Lennon, hold us captive with a wild narrative voice fuelled by desperation and touched by madness. The book has been read, but is in excellent condition. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. The spine remains undamaged. Seller Inventory # GOR002054653