In The Dwarfs, Len, whose feverish imaginings give the book and play its title, describes in minute detail how to get from Notting Hill Gate to Hackney by all-night bus.
Setting the stage for what it hopes will be feverish demand for the book as well as other Beatles-related merchandise, today Amazon.com launched a Beatles-only store on its Web site.
He wrote at a feverish pace, publishing three books in 2009, two more the following year and a 1,000-page 1,000-page2011.
The Navy veteran and former Goldman Sachs investment banker was a feverish reader who kept books neatly stacked on the floor of his condo that couldn't fit on his shelves.
Arranged in partnership with the National Gallery of Ireland in Dublin, it arrives at a time of near-feverish enthusiasm for books and films about Dutch art of the period, like Tracy Chevalier's "Girl With a Pearl Earring," recently made into a movie.
Heller finds the novel "phenomenally compelling," possessed of a "thrilling intensity"; Burns, more warily, calls "The Fountainhead" a "strange book, long, moody, feverish" but ultimately "unforgettable".
Morgan devotes the last part of his book to a feverish gallop through events since McCarthy: the F.B.I.'s ever more frantic pursuit of an ever tinier Communist Party, the sex lives of John F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King Jr., the birth of the New Left, Vietnam, Watergate, Iran-contra, whatever.
With the impending arrival of digital books on the Apple iPad and feverish negotiations with Amazon.com over e-book prices, publishers have managed to take some control — at least temporarily — of how much consumers pay for their content.
"The result is a highly stylized and visually stunning publication, one that combines the high-impact graphic sensibility of Japanese photo books with a feverish narrative drive," Phillips said.
The pictures are feverish and transporting – and, although the book ends in forgiveness and a hug between aunt and nephew, the sense of precariousness around Bumble remains.
Although Fear of Flying was written in 1973, two years before I was born, the tone of the book was demotic and feverish, almost journal-like, and written in a way that seemed incredibly modern.
