James Jones

The Merry Month of May James Jones

Fiction. May, 1968. This is the Paris of the barricaded boulevards of rebelling students' strongholds, of the literati, the sexual anarchists, the leftists-written chillingly of a time in French history closesly paralleling America in the late `60s. The reader sees, feels, smells and fears all the turmoil of the frightenting social quicksand of 1968. "The only one of my contemporaries who I felt had more talent than myself was James Jones. And he has also been the one writer of any time for whom I felt any love"--Norman Mailer.