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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... hair , like fly's legs . Next to the breadcrumbs and splotches of red wine on the paper tablecloth , her white leather gloves were immaculate . The whole table was speaking in shouts . I concealed a fork in my right hand and slowly ...
... hair , like fly's legs . Next to the breadcrumbs and splotches of red wine on the paper tablecloth , her white leather gloves were immaculate . The whole table was speaking in shouts . I concealed a fork in my right hand and slowly ...
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... hair : she would plainly be dead in a few months . I needed to stop thinking about myself , at least for the time being . I needed to think about other people and reassure myself that inside his own skull each was alive . I stayed there ...
... hair : she would plainly be dead in a few months . I needed to stop thinking about myself , at least for the time being . I needed to think about other people and reassure myself that inside his own skull each was alive . I stayed there ...
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... hair ; she was damp with rain . At the edge of town we asked directions from a respect- able little man with a big moustache and a derby hat . With disconcerting kindness , he took Dorothea by the hand and led us to the crossroads where ...
... hair ; she was damp with rain . At the edge of town we asked directions from a respect- able little man with a big moustache and a derby hat . With disconcerting kindness , he took Dorothea by the hand and led us to the crossroads where ...
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