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Jan 1, 1948 — —· 78 yrs

UNITED KINGDOM AUTHOR · DRAMA · FICTION

David Edgar

Also known as: EDGAR, DAVID, 1948-

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British playwright and author

Birmingham, United Kingdom
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Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary and yet somehow lovable.

— from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

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Continental divide

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"Moving on to higher things from his job in a community college, former sixties activist Michael Bern finds that his partner has thrown a surprise fifty-fifth party in his honour, at which she and his friends present him with his FBI file (with dramatized extracts, of course). In the file, Michael finds proof that one of an eight-strong group of activists was an FBI informer. His career and relationship threatened by his discovery, Michael sets forth to find the eight, a quest which takes him from a political campaign to a ghetto neighborhood, from a gated community to a beachside fundraiser, from a group of hippy treesitters deep in the redwood forests to the site of a vital governor's debate. On the journey, Michael discovers what happened to his former friends, but more profoundly, what has happened to himself."--Publisher's website.

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Arthur & George

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"In 1903, Birmingham solicitor George Edalji was found guilty of a terrible crime and sentenced to seven years' imprisonment. Desperate to prove his innocence, he recruited Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, creator of Sherlock Holmes, to help solve his mysterious case and win him a pardon."--Publisher's description.

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The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

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From the book:Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary and yet somehow lovable. At friendly meetings, and when the wine was to his taste, something eminently human beaconed from his eye; something indeed which never found its way into his talk, but which spoke not only in these silent symbols of the after-dinner face, but more often and loudly in the acts of his life. He was austere with himself; drank gin when he was alone, to mortify a taste for vintages; and though he enjoyed the theater, had not crossed the doors of one for twenty years. But he had an approved tolerance for others; sometimes wondering, almost with envy, at the high pressure of spirits involved in their misdeeds; and in any extremity inclined to help rather than to reprove. "I incline to Cain's heresy," he used to say quaintly: "I let my brother go to the devil in his own way." In this character, it was frequently his fortune to be the last reputable acquaintance and the last good influence in the lives of downgoing men. And to such as these, so long as they came about his chambers, he never marked a shade of change in his demeanour.

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