Blue of NoonOne 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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You've been involved in literary goings - on . You must have read De Sade . You
must have found De Sade fantastic . Just like the others . People who admire De
Sade are con artists , do you hear ? Con artists ! ' She looked at me in silence .
You've been involved in literary goings - on . You must have read De Sade . You
must have found De Sade fantastic . Just like the others . People who admire De
Sade are con artists , do you hear ? Con artists ! ' She looked at me in silence .
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Here at the Criolla she looked like a spook . Her friends - they were sitting at the
same table - were appalled . They couldn't understand her being here . One day ,
one of them started drinking , in exasperation . He lost his head . He ordered a ...
Here at the Criolla she looked like a spook . Her friends - they were sitting at the
same table - were appalled . They couldn't understand her being here . One day ,
one of them started drinking , in exasperation . He lost his head . He ordered a ...
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Lazare looked at me . She could not have been more natural . I looked at her and
waved to Michel . They left . I went my own way towards my hotel . It was about
six - thirty . I did not draw the shutters . I soon fell asleep , but it was a fitful sleep .
Lazare looked at me . She could not have been more natural . I looked at her and
waved to Michel . They left . I went my own way towards my hotel . It was about
six - thirty . I did not draw the shutters . I soon fell asleep , but it was a fitful sleep .
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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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