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June 1890, Portugal. A child was born in somewhat curious circumstances. Until the age of sixteen, his life was a safe and happy one. At that point it changed suddenly, almost brutally. Handicapped by a physically freakish appearance, he not only survived but grew up to become a celebrated restaurateur. He had unusual talents: he had the help, in various crises, of persons as remarkable as himself, and he developed, half deliberately, half unconsciously, a method of defending himself from the peculiar difficulties of his life. The solid elegance and exceptionally admirable food he offered in his restaurant were real enough, the two people living in the basement were real, if in their different ways unusual, and his young Spanish wife in her flat above the restaurant was notably sane and delightful. In his own rooms, two small rooms on the roof of the house, he entertained undeniably real visitors-but of what order of reality? The time covered by the external action of this brilliantly composed novel runs from 1890 to 1942, years more full of vivid incident and violent social change than any in our history, and here recorded in a series of sharp-scenes.