Blue of NoonPenguin, 2001 - 128 páginas One of the twentieth century's great nihilist novels, Blue of Noon is a blackly compelling account of depravity and terror that retains all its shocking power today. Set in pre-war Europe, its narrator lurches despairingly from city to city in a surreal sexual and mental nightmare of squalor, sadism and drunken encounters - his journey into madness mirroring the fighting and marching on the streets outside. Confronting Fascism, the novel is torn between identifying with history's victims and being seduced by the violent glamour of its terrible victors. One of the most brilliant intellects and influential French writers of his time, Bataille's unflinching exploration of the dark forces beneath the surface of civilization defies all our expectations. |
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... blood was rushing to her face . Showing great deference , the two servants had remained standing ; but they too became red and anxious , partly because of the staggering size of the tip , partly because of the implaus- ible ...
... blood was rushing to her face . Showing great deference , the two servants had remained standing ; but they too became red and anxious , partly because of the staggering size of the tip , partly because of the implaus- ible ...
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... blood for the cause of the downtrodden . It would , I reflected , be the thin blood of an unwashed virgin . 3 Lazare took me home . She came in with me . I asked her to let me read a letter from my wife which I found waiting for me ...
... blood for the cause of the downtrodden . It would , I reflected , be the thin blood of an unwashed virgin . 3 Lazare took me home . She came in with me . I asked her to let me read a letter from my wife which I found waiting for me ...
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... blood sausage and drinking all the red wine I poured into her glass . She swallowed the bits of sausage like a farm girl ; this was affectation . She was just a girl with too much money at loose ends . In front of her plate I noticed an ...
... blood sausage and drinking all the red wine I poured into her glass . She swallowed the bits of sausage like a farm girl ; this was affectation . She was just a girl with too much money at loose ends . In front of her plate I noticed an ...
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The Evil Omen | 19 |
Motherly Feet | 33 |
Antonios Story | 69 |
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