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 2
... floor drove west north west from Paris . Through steamy mists rising on the land . Late afternoon , a western heaven rippled red . Past all the villages between the wide spreading fields shimmering in the sun , lonely steep roofed red ...
... floor drove west north west from Paris . Through steamy mists rising on the land . Late afternoon , a western heaven rippled red . Past all the villages between the wide spreading fields shimmering in the sun , lonely steep roofed red ...
Pàgina 4
... floor . Fifi sat up in bed and her shoulders showed . Uncle Edouard foamed at the mouth and his 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 ...
... floor . Fifi sat up in bed and her shoulders showed . Uncle Edouard foamed at the mouth and his 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 ...
Pàgina 8
... floor , the black little group assem- bling tightly one by one . A kneeling stool in front of an altar covered in dusty brown faded photographs . Of shawled women and homburg hatted men . One smilingly smoking a cigar of whom it was ...
... floor , the black little group assem- bling tightly one by one . A kneeling stool in front of an altar covered in dusty brown faded photographs . Of shawled women and homburg hatted men . One smilingly smoking a cigar of whom it was ...
Pàgina 10
... floor drove west north west from Paris . Through steamy mists rising on the land . Late afternoon , a western heaven rippled red . Past all the villages between the wide spreading fields shimmering in the sun , lonely steep roofed red ...
... floor drove west north west from Paris . Through steamy mists rising on the land . Late afternoon , a western heaven rippled red . Past all the villages between the wide spreading fields shimmering in the sun , lonely steep roofed red ...
Pàgina 16
... floor . " Ah too bad but I have never caught both halves . But Louis the great chef of Metz . He could do it behind his back with a clove of garlic . While he sang the Marseillaise . He had what you call the dexterity . " Steaming on ...
... floor . " Ah too bad but I have never caught both halves . But Louis the great chef of Metz . He could do it behind his back with a clove of garlic . While he sang the Marseillaise . He had what you call the dexterity . " Steaming on ...
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