Access The Face Of The Clam Edited By Luther Whiteman Presented As Mobi
phenomenon of California being the kook capital of America and perhaps the world is not a new one, I speak as a resident of the Golden State, so my words carry some authority, We have always been a magnet for kookery in all its manifestations and flavors,
"The Face of the Clam" is a fictional novel about a group of very real people, the "Dunites", who eked out a living around Pismo Beach during the Depression.
It's a wry, whimsical tale of social outliers and goodhearted ne'erdowells who subsisted as a little community for a while, The title refers to one industry the locals were capable of, harvesting clams which was commercially restricted and subject to the penalty of law if anyone was captured with more than a small number of clams.
The "face" is relevant because "Frenchy", a vegetarian, permits himself to eat any food item that does not have a face, So does a clam have a face Can a vegetarian eat it Read the book if you can find a copy and find out!
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Chapter OneI enjoyed the offbeat characters and had a few laughs reading this historical novel based on kooky dune dwellers during thes in the county where I live.
In Which Frenchy Gains Freedom and Knowledge
Frenchy had removed his clothes when he left the road and entered the dunes, and had pulled on a pair of faded blue trunks.
He carried his clothes shirt, jumper and shoes in a sack on his back,
Frenchy did not wear clothes, winter or summer had not worn clothes since many months before his horoscope had been cast by a Los Angeles astrologer, who had told him among other things that the predicted a future for him as a nudist.
In the dunes, in his cabin, on the beach, or visiting with Pegleg and Sharkey, he wore only blue trunks, and sometimes a red bandanna handkerchief knotted about his bushy head.
He had worn clothes, of course, when Foster, the game warden, had taken him out to the justice court in San Luis, and worn them during his trial for illegal clam digging and during his three weeks in the jail house.
But that was now all in the past, He had served his sentence he had been discharged that very morning, He was again on the beach and on his way back to his cove and his cabin,
didnt finish, couldnt stay interested This reprint of a forgottentext is the fictional account of the Dunites, a reallife community of spiritualists, artists, wanderers, foragers, and other fringedwellers who built homes from scrap in the Pismo Dunes in thes.
They lived off of illegally dug clams and vegetables stolen from nearby Japanese farms, .