The Peg-leg and the Parrot: ATU's literary game

Constance wrote:^^Rudyard Kipling's Jungle Book?

Quite right.

It was far too easy.

I'm a little rusty.

No, keep some of them easy like that so I can solve them once in a while!

eddie wrote:Let's see...a novel, I think....

Jungle Book?

blue moon wrote:Jungle Book?

Constance pipped you at the post, Moony (see above).

20th c novel:

...Scoop by Evelyn Waugh ?

...just in case I am correct about Scoop, Eddie, here is a devious new one...(if I'm wrong then disregard it till later).

blue moon wrote:

...Scoop by Evelyn Waugh ?

Ha ha. It was too easy, wasn't it?

Nice to see this thread active again, though.

Giving your new clue a little thought.

...feel free to ask for a hint...

blue moon wrote:
...feel free to ask for a hint...

Can we have a hint?

...the second picture is a homonym (and is past tense)...

Probably not, but I will have a guess at Tobacco Road ?

... ...

...your turn...

^

Eddie is the winner

Slightly trickier than my last offerings, this:

...The Sign of the Grail by C.J.S. Hayward?...

blue moon wrote:
...The Sign of the Grail by C.J.S. Hayward?...

Good guess, but no.

It's a 20th c prose anthology.

...funny, too.

The second clue suggests a word which sounds the same as a word in the title of the book but is spelled a little differently.

Final clue: the solution is to be found in the "Golden Age of Steam" thread in the Off Topic section.

No takers?

OK, it was "The Best of Myles", an anthology of Brian O'Nolan (aka Flann O'Brien)'s Myles na Gopaleen columns for the Irish Times.

Sorry if that was a bit obscure.

I'd better pass the baton to someone else.

OK, here's another:

...and another:

pinhedz wrote:Notre Dame to Hyde Park is a bit of a stretch.

I dunno, call yourself a Welshman...

pinhedz wrote:Notre Dame to Hyde Park is a bit of a stretch.

...and the answer is...

Dylan Thomas - The Hunchback In The Park

The hunchback in the park
A solitary mister
Propped between trees and water
From the opening of the garden lock
That lets the trees and water enter
Until the Sunday sombre bell at dark

Eating bread from a newspaper
Drinking water from the chained cup
That the children filled with gravel
In the fountain basin where I sailed my ship
Slept at night in a dog kennel
But nobody chained him up.

Like the park birds he came early
Like the water he sat down
And Mister they called Hey Mister
The truant boys from the town
Running when he had heard them clearly
On out of sound

Past lake and rockery
Laughing when he shook his paper
Hunchbacked in mockery
Through the loud zoo of the willow groves
Dodging the park keeper
With his stick that picked up leaves.

And the old dog sleeper
Alone between nurses and swans
While the boys among willows
Made the tigers jump out of their eyes
To roar on the rockery stones
And the groves were blue with sailors

Made all day until bell time
A woman figure without fault
Straight as a young elm
Straight and tall from his crooked bones
That she might stand in the night
After the locks and chains

All night in the unmade park
After the railings and shrubberies
The birds the grass the trees the lake
And the wild boys innocent as strawberries
Had followed the hunchback
To his kennel in the dark.