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
... glass of water and one day just like nannie you'll be able to break an apple in half with your thumbs . This night a storm swept in from sea and raged through the poplar leaves out the window . To lie snug and warm and safe where out ...
... glass of water and one day just like nannie you'll be able to break an apple in half with your thumbs . This night a storm swept in from sea and raged through the poplar leaves out the window . To lie snug and warm and safe where out ...
Pàgina 5
... glass . His mother in a white flowing gown , leaned elbows on the mantel , a loose long strand of her golden hair fallen on her tan shoulder and her head held in her hand . Morning wiping sleepy dust from eyes , Balthazar asked nannie ...
... glass . His mother in a white flowing gown , leaned elbows on the mantel , a loose long strand of her golden hair fallen on her tan shoulder and her head held in her hand . Morning wiping sleepy dust from eyes , Balthazar asked nannie ...
Pàgina 6
... glass . Ah so , here is this little boy who throws hunks of cheese at his uncle . Is it not so . " " Do not call me little boy . " " Ah so what are we . ' " You should not talk with such a loud voice when my father is dead . " " Ah a ...
... glass . Ah so , here is this little boy who throws hunks of cheese at his uncle . Is it not so . " " Do not call me little boy . " " Ah so what are we . ' " You should not talk with such a loud voice when my father is dead . " " Ah a ...
Pàgina 11
... glasses and laid the white and red beribboned document on his desk . The little assembly sat in stillness . Maître cleared his throat and pulled slowly at the end of his nose . " Are there any questions , please . " Uncle Edouard ...
... glasses and laid the white and red beribboned document on his desk . The little assembly sat in stillness . Maître cleared his throat and pulled slowly at the end of his nose . " Are there any questions , please . " Uncle Edouard ...
Pàgina 13
... glass canopy . Her big 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 ...
... glass canopy . Her big 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 ...
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