Aphrodisiacs I Have Known

Norman Lewis

In the winter of 1957, I went to Liberia for the New Yorker. Landing at Spriggs Payne Airfield in Monrovia at about midnight, I was told by the small boy who had taken over my luggage that he would not be able to bring it to the hotel until it was light, to avoid the possibility of being kidnapped. …


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