Blue of NoonTroppmann wanders erotically through the politically troubled Europe of the 1930s. |
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He said, not without irony, that a general strike had been called for the following
day. I'd be better off going to Calella where I could join my friends. I, on the other
hand, was determined to remain in Barcelona and witness the disturbances, ...
He said, not without irony, that a general strike had been called for the following
day. I'd be better off going to Calella where I could join my friends. I, on the other
hand, was determined to remain in Barcelona and witness the disturbances, ...
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About twenty kilometers or so on the way to Calella (about half the distance), I
changed my mind. There might be a cabled reply from Xenie at the hotel. I went
back to Barcelona. I had an unpleasant feeling. If the disturbances began, Xenie
...
About twenty kilometers or so on the way to Calella (about half the distance), I
changed my mind. There might be a cabled reply from Xenie at the hotel. I went
back to Barcelona. I had an unpleasant feeling. If the disturbances began, Xenie
...
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Crítica de los usuarios - Kristelh - LibraryThingA nihilist novel by Georges Bataille, Blue of Noon, is set during the Spanish Civil War and the early years of Nazi movement. The protagonist, Henri Timmermann is a sick man (physically and ... Leer comentario completo
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Crítica de los usuarios - amerynth - LibraryThingWhile I didn't actually hate Georges Bataille's "Blue of Noon," I really didn't get it either. This supposed to be a novel that used eroticism to show how sex, violence and power is intertwined and ... Leer comentario completo
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