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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... spoke like a drunk woman . " You know - " , racked as she was by hiccups , she kept stopping short , " when I was a kid ... I remember ... I came here with my mother . Here . About ten years ago . So I must have been twelve .... My ...
... spoke like a drunk woman . " You know - " , racked as she was by hiccups , she kept stopping short , " when I was a kid ... I remember ... I came here with my mother . Here . About ten years ago . So I must have been twelve .... My ...
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... spoke in tears . Tears ran down my cheeks and be- tween my lips . As crudely as I could , I told Lazare every foul thing I'd done with Dirty in London . I said that even before that I'd cheated on my wife in every possible way . I told ...
... spoke in tears . Tears ran down my cheeks and be- tween my lips . As crudely as I could , I told Lazare every foul thing I'd done with Dirty in London . I said that even before that I'd cheated on my wife in every possible way . I told ...
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... spoke these words he let his own arms fall . He had become the perfect emblem of some dreadful despair . I understood him . His discouragement was conta- gious . If I didn't leave , I would soon start crying again . I went out ...
... spoke these words he let his own arms fall . He had become the perfect emblem of some dreadful despair . I understood him . His discouragement was conta- gious . If I didn't leave , I would soon start crying again . I went out ...
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The Evil Omen | 27 |
Motherly Feet | 44 |
Antonios Story | 86 |
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