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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... ugly ( in spite of his handsome uniform , you might have taken him for a gravedigger . ) She pointed this out to me with a distracted laugh . Her speech was already awry she spoke like a drunk woman . " You know - " , racked as she was ...
... ugly ( in spite of his handsome uniform , you might have taken him for a gravedigger . ) She pointed this out to me with a distracted laugh . Her speech was already awry she spoke like a drunk woman . " You know - " , racked as she was ...
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... ugly , and the rank look of a man just out of bed . Dirty was alone in the bedroom . It was a huge room lighted by a multitude of ceiling lamps . She wandered around , walking straight ahead , as though she would never stop . She seemed ...
... ugly , and the rank look of a man just out of bed . Dirty was alone in the bedroom . It was a huge room lighted by a multitude of ceiling lamps . She wandered around , walking straight ahead , as though she would never stop . She seemed ...
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... ugly tufts of hair , like fly's legs . Next to the bread- crumbs and splotches of red wine on the paper table- cloth , her white leather gloves were immaculate . The whole table was speaking in shouts . I concealed a fork in my right ...
... ugly tufts of hair , like fly's legs . Next to the bread- crumbs and splotches of red wine on the paper table- cloth , her white leather gloves were immaculate . The whole table was speaking in shouts . I concealed a fork in my right ...
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The Evil Omen | 27 |
Motherly Feet | 44 |
Antonios Story | 86 |
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