Mr. Ginger's Book Of Love

He clasped slight packets in his paws. Mr. Ginger's book of love!

No more wily than a beaver, mild and ingratiating, Mr. Ginger would take his amours ice-skating, or out to the paddleboats, or to that restaurant with totem poles throughout the parking lot. Mr. Ginger would excuse himself on the latter occasions, and go to the loo to pick his teeth with a cocktail sword; on the way back to his table he would stop at the cigarette machine for some Tareytons. He would offer his date a pink mint from the dish on the way out; whereupon they would walk to his LeBaron. As they drove along he would venture a few remarks on local affairs.

According to critic Kendrick Baskin:

"...none of this is particularly gingery, or venturesome; but I do believe there is a measure of caddishness, of laddishness, of promiscuity, in the affairs of such pocket-gentry. This cavalier and all his kin perform a far-flung play, presenting in their innocuous entreaties whole acres of courtly coercion. That is, their adherence to the forms of Usonian love qualifies them as willing instruments of the leviathan's self-willing."


That's Mr. Ginger and his book of love!