Marco Stanley Fog “Moon Palace” Essay

This is the story of Marco Stanley Fog, an orphan searching for love, his father and the key to the riddle of his origin and fate. Marco’s mother was killed in a car accident when he was eleven years old, and he never knew who was his father. Since then he had lived with his Uncle Victor in a small apartment on 1 12th Street in N. Y. His Uncle was a part of a band who was named Wally Moon and preformed at the Moon Palace diner.

When Stanley grew up he went to the University; Uncle Victor gave him for this occasion a present, one thousand books. Afterwards, his Uncle had suddenly died.Then Stanley situation became worse; He saw his money dwindle to zero, he lost the apartment and wound up living in the streets (He slept for three weeks in Central park without food and with little money). His friends David Simmer and Kitty Www had found him and took care of him till he recover from his illness. Staley lived in Summer’s house until he had moved away to another apartment, then Stanley searched for a new place to live and found a job as a live-in companion for an elderly gentleman in a wheelchair. He lived with him for about half year until the antenna died.

His name was Offing Thomas but his real name was Julian Barber. In the past he was a famous painter but he stopped painting after the death of his brother and he changed his name after being considered dead by mistake. Stanley and Offing were very bonded since Offing was like the father Stanley never had. Dear Diary June, 1967 Today was again in Broadway Street where was Chandler’s Bookstore.

I had sold him another box of Uncle Victor’s book. Sure, had already read them. Know that they were the only memory, which was left from my uncle, buy I need the money to pay the .NET and to buy some food and eat.

August, 1968 Today woke up early in the morning and got out to the street. As I was walking I saw that the drugstore had been opened already, entered and dropped a penny into the drugstore Exacts scale to see what was happening to me. From 154 in June, fell to 139 in July and then to 123 in august. For someone who measured slightly over six feet, this began to be dangerously little. August, 1969 Today Fernando, the owner of the building, threw me out my apartment.

Took my knapsack with a few odds and ends, tucked the clarinet case, that Uncle Victor had left o me, and walked out the door…I don’t know what I’ll do, or where do I’ll go.

.. October, 1970 Now I have just finished to type down the life Story Of Offing on the typewriter that he had gave me. Have copied it from the notes I had taken in those nights when we sat down after supper.

Me on the sofa and him in his wheelchair. He had told everything; Why had he changed his name and why did he choose this name (Offing), why did he Stop painting, what happened to his wife and to his son. And eventually he told me that when he will die he wants his body to be cremated.