Fan-Tan is a hugely entertaining, swashbuckling romp, from one of the greatest actors of our time: Marlon Brando. The story of an eccentric early-twentieth-century pirate who sets out on the high seas from the Philippines to Shanghai, Fan-Tan follows the exploits of Anatole “Annie” Doultry, a larger-than-life character that Brando could have easily inhabited himself. When Annie saves the life of a Chinese prisoner in a Hong Kong prison, he’s led to the mysterious and seductive Madame Lai Choi San—one of the most notorious gangsters in Asia—and here the true adventures begin.Years in the making with Brando’s longtime collaborator, screenwriter and director Donald Cammell, Fan-Tan is a rollicking, delectable tale—and the last surprise from an ever-surprising legend.
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|Title of eBook: Fan-Tan|
|Release Date: 09-13-2005|
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|Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group|
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Chapter OneThe Prison
Under a black cloud, the prison. And within the prison, a bright rebel. The walls were extremely high, and although this was not possible, they appeared to lean inward yet also to bulge outward, and they were topped with a luminous frosting of broken glass. Seen from the heights of the modest hill named Victoria Peak-from the summer residence of the governor of the Crown Colony of Hong Kong-the prison must have looked very fine. "If the sun were ever to shine," said Annie to the Portuguee, "the glass would probably glitter. It would look like a necklace of diamonds, Lorenzo. Or a big margarita, in a square cup."
The sun had not shone since November. This was March 2nd, "In the year of Their Lord" (Annie's words again) 1927. The vast cloud, several hundreds of miles in diameter and near as thick, squatted upon the unprepossessing island and pissed upon its prison. Annie Doultry (named Anatole for Monsieur France, the novelist) was negotiating the one hundred and eightieth day of a six-month stretch. Born in Edinburgh in the year 1876, he looked his age, every passing minute of it.
His father had been a typesetter, a romantically inclined Scotsman whose hands played with words, a man who loved puns and tragedy, King Lear and Edward Lear. His mother was an unusual woman, lovely and liked, but not quite respectable. She was a MacPherson, but she had a flighty side. She had had lovers, the way some families have pets. Though raised in logic, common sense, and strict economy, once in a while she took absurd gambles-for one, her husband. Later the Doultrys emigrated to Seattle, the boy and the paternal grandmo...