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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... she had this abhorrence of me , this insurmountable abhorrence . ' ' With a situation like that , you couldn't have wanted it to last . ' ' I was incapable of wanting anything ; but the thought that she might leave me drove me wild . We ...
... she had this abhorrence of me , this insurmountable abhorrence . ' ' With a situation like that , you couldn't have wanted it to last . ' ' I was incapable of wanting anything ; but the thought that she might leave me drove me wild . We ...
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... she had heard about recent events in Barcelona . She had read something about them in the French papers , but she had only a vague idea . I said to her gently , ' A general strike began today . Something will probably start happening ...
... she had heard about recent events in Barcelona . She had read something about them in the French papers , but she had only a vague idea . I said to her gently , ' A general strike began today . Something will probably start happening ...
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... she had done in Vienna after leaving me . She had gone into a church . There had been no one inside . At first she had knelt on the flagstones , then lain face down , stretching her arms crosswise . It meant absolutely nothing to her ...
... she had done in Vienna after leaving me . She had gone into a church . There had been no one inside . At first she had knelt on the flagstones , then lain face down , stretching her arms crosswise . It meant absolutely nothing to her ...
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The Evil Omen | 19 |
Motherly Feet | 33 |
Antonios Story | 69 |
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