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Here is a First Novel From a Generation Not Fitzgerald's
The Story. A centaur is beast and god — and both without fear or shame. Jeffrey Dwyer was a centaur, in his youth.
When Joan Converse, child of a rich, unpleasant mother who went through life simmering in a tepid steam of easy admiration, and an ineffective father whom Mrs. Converse had discarded from her egocentric cosmos like a rejected peachpit, first met Jeffrey, she fell in love with him —instanter and unwaveringly—in spite of the facts that he was a...
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