Loser Takes All
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A modest London accountant on a budget, Mr. Bertram has settled on a honeymoon at the seaside resort of Bournemouth with his fiancée, Cary. However, Bertram’s boss, the solicitous Herbert Dreuther, won’t hear of anything so common. Bertram and Cary are to be married in Monte Carlo, after which they’ll be Dreuther’s guests on his private yacht and sail down the coast of Italy. It sounds too lovely to be true. And surely Bertram can afford one night at the Hôtel de Paris. But when the absentminded Dreuther fails to show, and days turn into weeks, Bertram and Cary find themselves well beyond their means. Unable to check out, trapped in luxury, and with nowhere to turn but the casino, Bertram has a plan—and absolutely no idea what there is left to lose.
Graham Greene
Graham Greene (1904–1991) is recognized as one of the most important writers of the twentieth century, achieving both literary acclaim and popular success. His best known works include Brighton Rock, The Heart of the Matter, The Quiet American, and The Power and the Glory. After leaving Oxford, Greene first pursued a career in journalism before dedicating himself full-time to writing with his first big success, Stamboul Train. He became involved in screenwriting and wrote adaptations for the cinema as well as original screenplays, the most successful being The Third Man. Religious, moral, and political themes are at the root of much of his work, and throughout his life he traveled to some of the wildest and most volatile parts of the world, which provided settings for his fiction. Greene was a member of the Order of Merit and a Companion of Honour.
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- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5I certainly liked the story, although it didn't take me very long to read - an hour during the afternoon one day, and then another one at night. Really, this should have been "Loser Takes All and other stories" and then grouped in with some of Greene's other writing.I was worried at the beginning - the GOM, around whom the plot events seemingly revolve, was drawn with such broad strokes as to make him seem jokingly one-dimensional. I was particularly glad to see Greene humanise him; I found the love story between the narrator and his young wife also very touching, if not as powerful as many of the other romances Greene has introduced me to.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I think this was the shortest Graham Greene work I've read after The Fallen Idol but I did enjoy it more than The Third Man, if only barely. Even though there isn't much depth to the characters, they're still enjoyable to read about.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A decently crafted little moral story about an assistant accountant whose life is overturned by a sequence of happenings that begins with the ostensible kindness of a god-like senior partner in offering to host his wedding in Monaco instead of Maida Vale. Left on their own, the couple initially cope with misfortune and impending poverty, are rescued at a critical moment, and when casino winnings reach a heretofore unattainable level of wealth, find the basis of their relationship fundamentally altered for the worse. The crisis comes when Bertram is successful in his last gamble just as the missing senior partner arrives, this time as a caring and benevolent deus ex machina. By throwing away what he has won, Bertram is able to once again win back his wife, fulfilling the prediction in the title.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Short novella of love and gambling that has not travelled well - very dated.Read July 2006
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A moralistic novella on the dangers of what happens when a “get rich quick” scheme actually works. The style is very much a product of its time (1955) and while it’s at times witty and well observed none of the characters are particularly likeable and I had no real sympathy for their fate good or bad.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5An utterly romantic novelette with too many cardboard characters to even entertain. Both plot and protagonist are severely cliché-ridden. Apart from the usual striking sentence or two, there is not much here to attract the discerning reader. Especially the people that visit the casino are straight from the cliché book, while the young woman that will love her new husband only if he stays (relatively) poor is totally unconvincing without any background information on her state of mind. Could be the least interesting piece of Greene prose I have ever read. Stick to Brighton Rock, instead.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I SUPPOSE the small greenish statue of a man in a wig on a horse is one of the famous statues of the world. I said to Cary, ‘Do you see how shiny the right knee is? It’s been touched so often for luck, like St Peter’s foot in Rome.’
She rubbed the knee carefully and tenderly as though she were polishing it.
‘Are you superstitious?’ I said. ‘
Yes.’
‘I’m not.’
‘I’m so superstitious I never walk under ladders. I throw salt over my right shoulder. I try not to tread on the cracks in pavements. Darling, you’re marrying the most superstitious woman in the world. Lots of people aren’t happy. We are. I’m not going to risk a thing.’
There is not much I can say about Loser Takes All other than it is a delightful story of a newlywed couple on honeymoon. I have heard Loser Takes All being compared to Coward's Private Lives and just for once I have to admit that this comparison also came to my mind when reading Greene's story.
However, where wit and humor and sheer slapstick in Private Lives shows a couple (or two) that is very sure of itself, Greene's approach is different: His story is based on a couple who isn't sure of anything at all, and in the course of the book, this uncertainty keeps the story interesting.
"ONE adapts oneself to money much more easily than to poverty: Rousseau might have written that man was born rich and is everywhere impoverished."
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Loser Takes All - Graham Greene
PART ONE
1
I suppose the small greenish statue of a man in a wig on a horse is one of the famous statues of the world. I said to Cary, ‘Do you see how shiny the right knee is? It’s been touched so often for luck, like St Peter’s foot in Rome.’
She rubbed the knee carefully and tenderly as though she were polishing it. ‘Are you superstitious?’ I said.
‘Yes.’
‘I’m not.’
‘I’m so superstitious I never walk under ladders. I throw salt over my right shoulder. I try not to tread on the cracks in pavements. Darling, you’re marrying the most superstitious woman in the world. Lots of people aren’t happy. We are. I’m not going to risk a thing.’
‘You’ve rubbed that knee so much, we ought to have plenty of luck at the tables.’
‘I wasn’t asking for luck at the tables,’ she said.
2
That night I thought that our luck had begun in London two weeks before. We were to be married at St Luke’s Church, Maida Hill, and we were going to Bournemouth for the honeymoon. Not, on the face of it, an exhilarating programme, but I thought I didn’t care a damn where we went so long as Cary was there. Le Touquet was within our means, but we thought we could be more alone in Bournemouth—the Ramages and the Truefitts were going to Le Touquet. ‘Besides, you’d lose all our money at the Casino,’ Cary said, ‘and we’d have to come home.’
‘I know too much about figures. I live with them all day.’
‘You won’t be bored at Bournemouth?’
‘No. I won’t be bored.’
‘I wish it wasn’t your second honeymoon. Was the first very exciting—in Paris?’
‘We could only afford a week-end,’ I said guardedly.
‘Did you love her a terrible lot?’
‘Listen,’ I said, ‘It was more than fifteen years ago. You hadn’t started school. I couldn’t have waited all that time for you.’
‘But did you?’
‘The night after she left me I took Ramage out to dinner and stood him the best champagne I could get. Then I went home and slept for nine hours right across the bed. She was one of those people who kick at night and then say you are taking up too much room.’
‘Perhaps I’ll kick.’
‘That would feel quite different. I hope you’ll kick. Then I’ll know you are there. Do you realize the terrible amount of time we’ll waste asleep, not knowing a thing? A quarter of our life.’
It took her a long time to calculate that. She wasn’t good at figures as I was. ‘More,’ she said, ‘much more. I like ten hours.’
‘That’s even worse,’ I said. ‘And eight hours at the office without you. And food—this awful business of having meals.’
‘I’ll try to kick,’ she said.
That was at lunch-time the day when our so-called luck started. We used to meet as often as we could for a snack at the Volunteer which was just round the corner from my office—Cary drank cider and had an unquenchable appetite for cold sausages. I’ve seen her eat five and then finish off with a hard-boiled egg.
‘If we were rich,’ I said, ‘you wouldn’t have to waste time cooking.’
‘But think how much more time we’d waste eating. These sausages—look, I’m through already. We shouldn’t even have finished the caviare.’
‘And then the sole meunière,’ I said.
‘A little fried spring chicken with new peas.’
‘A soufflé Rothschild.’
‘Oh, don’t be rich, please,’ she said. ‘We mightn’t like each other if we were rich. Like me growing fat and my hair falling out …’
‘That wouldn’t make any difference.’
‘Oh yes, it would,’ she said. ‘You know it would,’ and the talk suddenly faded out. She was not too young to be wise, but she was too young to know that wisdom shouldn’t be spoken aloud when you are happy.
I went back to the huge office block with its glass, glass, glass, and its dazzling marble floor and its pieces of modern carving in alcoves and niches like statues in a Catholic church. I was the assistant accountant (an ageing assistant accountant) and the very vastness of the place made promotion seem next to impossible. To be raised from the ground floor I would have to be a piece of sculpture myself.
In little uncomfortable offices in the city people die and people move on: old gentlemen look up from steel boxes and take a Dickensian interest in younger men. Here, in the great operational room with the computers ticking and the tape machines clicking and the soundless typewriters padding, you felt there was no chance for a man who hadn’t passed staff college. I hadn’t time to sit down before a loudspeaker said, ‘Mr Bertram wanted in Room 10.’ (That was me.)
‘Who lives in Room 10?’ I asked.
Nobody knew. Somebody said, ‘It must be on the eighth floor.’ (He spoke with awe as though he were referring to the peak of Everest—the eighth floor was as far as the London County Council regulations in those days allowed us to build towards Heaven.)
‘Who lives in Room 10?’ I asked the liftman again.
‘Don’t you know?’ he said sourly. ‘How long have you been here?’
‘Five years.’
We began to mount. He said, ‘You ought to know who lives in Room 10.’
‘But I don’t.’
‘Five years and you don’t know that.’
‘Be a good chap and tell me.’
‘Here you are. Eighth floor, turn left.’ As I got out, he said gloomily, ‘Not know Room 10!’ He relented as he shut the gates. ‘Who do you think? The Gom, of course.’
Then I began to walk very slowly indeed.
I have no belief in luck. I am not superstitious, but it is impossible, when you have reached forty and are conspicuously unsuccessful, not sometimes to half-believe in a malign providence. I had never met the Gom: I had only seen him twice; there was no reason so far as I could tell why I should ever see him again. He was elderly; he would die first, I would contribute grudgingly to a memorial. But to be summoned from the ground floor to the eighth shook me. I wondered what terrible mistake could justify a reprimand in Room 10; it seemed to be quite possible that our wedding now would never take place at St Luke’s, nor our fortnight at Bournemouth. In a way I was right.
3
The Gom was called the Gom by those who disliked him and by all those too far removed from him for any feeling at all. He was like the weather—unpredictable. When a new tape machine was installed, or new computers replaced the old reliable familiar ones, you said, ‘The Gom, I suppose,’ before settling down to learn the latest toy. At Christmas little typewritten notes came round, addressed personally to each member of the staff (it must have given the typing pool a day’s work, but the signature below the seasonal greeting, Herbert Dreuther, was rubber stamped). I was always a little surprised that the letter was not signed Gom. At that season of bonuses and cigars, unpredictable in amount, you sometimes heard him called by his full name, the Grand Old Man.
And there was something grand about him with his mane