The Beastly Beatitudes of Balthazar BGrove/Atlantic, Inc., 1 de des. 2007 - 416 pàgines The sexual odyssey of a hopeless romantic from the author of the legendary bestseller The Ginger Man—“a comic writer rivaling Waugh and Wodehouse” (Life). In the years before and after World War II, Balthazar B is the world’s last shy, elegant young man. Born to riches in Paris and raised by his solicitous governess, Balthazar is shipped away to prep school in England where he is befriended by the noble but flagrantly naughty Beefy. Together, Balthazar and Beefy matriculate to Trinity College, Dublin. There, Balthazar reads zoology and Beefy prepares for holy orders, all the while sharing amorous adventures high and low until their university careers come to an abrupt and decidedly unholy end. Out of the cocooned, innocent sexuality of Balthazar B, J. P. Donleavy—one of the most vital, and often condemned, comic voices of the twentieth century—created “one of the most perfect love affairs in modern literature . . . revelatory and delightful . . . lush and lovely, bawdy and sad” (The New York Times). “If Nancy Mitford and James Joyce had collaborated, the result might have been like the adventures of Balthazar B.” —The Guardian |
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Pàgina 3
... eyes and round smiling cheeks . To seal the day , she said . With a kiss . And not to worry little boy about dreams , no big sea away on the shore will come pound- ing and foaming down the road . Tomorrow mommie and daddy will come ...
... eyes and round smiling cheeks . To seal the day , she said . With a kiss . And not to worry little boy about dreams , no big sea away on the shore will come pound- ing and foaming down the road . Tomorrow mommie and daddy will come ...
Pàgina 4
... eyes blazed and he shouted I will kill you you little brat . Harvest days passed , the grapes and orchards ripened . And on a September full moon night there were voices on the porch below . Suddenly shouting and a face slapped in the ...
... eyes blazed and he shouted I will kill you you little brat . Harvest days passed , the grapes and orchards ripened . And on a September full moon night there were voices on the porch below . Suddenly shouting and a face slapped in the ...
Pàgina 5
... eyes , Balthazar asked nannie why does everyone cry . Because your father has gone away . Where . To where people go . Where do they go . They pass away . Where . To be with God . Why . Because they are dead . What is dead . Dead is ...
... eyes , Balthazar asked nannie why does everyone cry . Because your father has gone away . Where . To where people go . Where do they go . They pass away . Where . To be with God . Why . Because they are dead . What is dead . Dead is ...
Pàgina 8
... one by one to look at Uncle Edouard as he stood his chin lifted and eyes elevated . His black tie decorated with a balloon and gondola beneath which was written , Bon Voyage . At noon the air still , a white light and 8.
... one by one to look at Uncle Edouard as he stood his chin lifted and eyes elevated . His black tie decorated with a balloon and gondola beneath which was written , Bon Voyage . At noon the air still , a white light and 8.
Pàgina 13
... eyes full of tears pushing him up on the high black leather seat of Uncle Edouard's car . She stood wiping her hands across her mended greeny tweed travelling skirt . Her eyes crinkling as she tried to smile . " We'll be going to Dover ...
... eyes full of tears pushing him up on the high black leather seat of Uncle Edouard's car . She stood wiping her hands across her mended greeny tweed travelling skirt . Her eyes crinkling as she tried to smile . " We'll be going to Dover ...
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