Blue of NoonM. Boyars, 1986 - 155 páginas "Set against the backdrop of Europe's slide into Fascism, "Blue of Noon" is a blackly compelling account of depravity and violence. As its narrator lurches despairingly from city to city in a surreal sexual and mental nightmare of squalor, sadism and drunken encounters, his internal collapse mirrors the fighting and marching on the streets outside. Exploring the dark forces beneath the surface of civilization, this is a novel torn between identifying with history's victims and being seduced by the monstrous glamour of its terrible victors, and is one of the twentieth century's great nihilist works."--www.amazon.com. |
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... ease . I looked at Michel . He wasn't accustomed to perversion . As he himself got drunk , Michel's awkwardness increased . He was fidget- ing in his chair . I was exasperated . I said to him , " Chapter 3. Antonio's Story Antonio's Story.
... ease . I looked at Michel . He wasn't accustomed to perversion . As he himself got drunk , Michel's awkwardness increased . He was fidget- ing in his chair . I was exasperated . I said to him , " Chapter 3. Antonio's Story Antonio's Story.
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... Antonio . " I did as the young worker had done and emptied my glass . Michel , who rarely drank , was keeping up with me . He fell into a state of violent excitement . I , for my part , was gazing through the blinding light into vacancy ...
... Antonio . " I did as the young worker had done and emptied my glass . Michel , who rarely drank , was keeping up with me . He fell into a state of violent excitement . I , for my part , was gazing through the blinding light into vacancy ...
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... Antonio . I would have killed her . The thought that perhaps I loved Lazare drew a shout from me that was lost in the hubbub . I felt capable of biting myself . I was obsessed by the revolver , by the need to shoot , to empty the ...
... Antonio . I would have killed her . The thought that perhaps I loved Lazare drew a shout from me that was lost in the hubbub . I felt capable of biting myself . I was obsessed by the revolver , by the need to shoot , to empty the ...
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The Evil Omen | 27 |
Motherly Feet | 44 |
Antonios Story | 86 |
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