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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... thought how , on the other hand , the only talent I had was for losing my head . I thought back to what I had read about the terrorists . For the past few weeks , my life had estranged me from any concerns resembling those of the ...
... thought how , on the other hand , the only talent I had was for losing my head . I thought back to what I had read about the terrorists . For the past few weeks , my life had estranged me from any concerns resembling those of the ...
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... thought of it , I postponed its solution . Perhaps I wouldn't be able to make up my mind until I was with her . I didn't want to be brutal with her any more at times I had behaved like a brute with her . I felt no remorse , but I couldn ...
... thought of it , I postponed its solution . Perhaps I wouldn't be able to make up my mind until I was with her . I didn't want to be brutal with her any more at times I had behaved like a brute with her . I felt no remorse , but I couldn ...
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... thought . Time passed very quickly . I went back to Barcelona . The city already had an abnormal air about it ; cafés had taken away their sidewalk tables , stores had half - lowered their iron shutters . I heard a shot : a striker had ...
... thought . Time passed very quickly . I went back to Barcelona . The city already had an abnormal air about it ; cafés had taken away their sidewalk tables , stores had half - lowered their iron shutters . I heard a shot : a striker had ...
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The Evil Omen | 19 |
Motherly Feet | 33 |
Antonios Story | 69 |
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