Blue of NoonSet against the backdrop of Europe's slide into Fascism, Blue of Noon is a blackly compelling account of depravity and violence. As its narrator lurches despairingly from city to city in a surreal sexual and mental nightmare of squalor, sadism and drunken encounters, his internal collapse mirrors the fighting and marching on the streets outside. Exploring the dark forces beneath the surface of civilization, this is a novel torn between identifying with history's victims and being seduced by the monstrous glamour of its terrible victors, and is one of the twentieth century's great nihilist works. |
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The actionofBlue ofNoon leapsback andforward with thecrazy precision
ofmodern, cinematic jumpcuts, between the assassination of the Austrian
protofascist dictator Dollfuss, in July 1934, andthe failure of the Catalan rising in
early October ...
The actionofBlue ofNoon leapsback andforward with thecrazy precision
ofmodern, cinematic jumpcuts, between the assassination of the Austrian
protofascist dictator Dollfuss, in July 1934, andthe failure of the Catalan rising in
early October ...
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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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