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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... , I had the bleating voice of a drunkard . This was partly acting . I said to her , ' You have a cool heart - ' I suddenly began laughing . I had just been thinking ( as though there were anything remotely comic about it ) : 38 PART TWO.
... , I had the bleating voice of a drunkard . This was partly acting . I said to her , ' You have a cool heart - ' I suddenly began laughing . I had just been thinking ( as though there were anything remotely comic about it ) : 38 PART TWO.
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... voice , Lazare tried to stop him : ' Dear Father , don't you feel that arguments like this are interminable , and that that there's no point in tiring Troppmann ? He looks exhausted . ' - With lowered head I stared at the floor by my ...
... voice , Lazare tried to stop him : ' Dear Father , don't you feel that arguments like this are interminable , and that that there's no point in tiring Troppmann ? He looks exhausted . ' - With lowered head I stared at the floor by my ...
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... voice , that slick voice of his was imbued with ice - ' he pointlessly raises his arms to heaven , waiting for the lightning to strike him – him , and his arms . . . ' - As he spoke these words he let his own arms fall . He had become ...
... voice , that slick voice of his was imbued with ice - ' he pointlessly raises his arms to heaven , waiting for the lightning to strike him – him , and his arms . . . ' - As he spoke these words he let his own arms fall . He had become ...
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The Evil Omen | 19 |
Motherly Feet | 33 |
Antonios Story | 69 |
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