Edwin O'Connor

It was late September, and the smnmer had not yet gone. All day, the normally temperate city had sweltered, and now, as darkness approached, the heat remained: a sullen, humid blanket of air, so unfairly blown north from subtropic muck. . . . In the broadcasting studio, the temperature was...

Arthur Peabody Goodpasture, proper Bos-tonian, was so insignificant that people standing in front of him often failed to see him. A born Boy Scout and a man of peace, Arthur went to San Marco for the Peace Corps as a banana expert-and there, caught in the crossfire of plot and counterplot, he...