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 1
... lips and a cold dash of water on the skull , he was christened Balthazar . Made of sudden love this gurgling baby shook tiny tender limbs in ecstasy . Wheeled to the Bois across summer , fists encased in woolly whiteness , skies passed ...
... lips and a cold dash of water on the skull , he was christened Balthazar . Made of sudden love this gurgling baby shook tiny tender limbs in ecstasy . Wheeled to the Bois across summer , fists encased in woolly whiteness , skies passed ...
Pàgina 5
... his little neck and her cold nose nuzzling up against his silky hair and her lips biting the lobe of his ear . " Nannie , you cry again . " " Yes I do . " " Because you have been beastly horrid to me . " " No. " " You have you know . You 5.
... his little neck and her cold nose nuzzling up against his silky hair and her lips biting the lobe of his ear . " Nannie , you cry again . " " Yes I do . " " Because you have been beastly horrid to me . " " No. " " You have you know . You 5.
Pàgina 9
... lips at the mechanical marvel . Where are we going nannie , now . Who is that man with mommie . These are lawyers . What are lawyers . They are men who look things up in big books . " Why . " " To be safe . " " Why . " " Because you ...
... lips at the mechanical marvel . Where are we going nannie , now . Who is that man with mommie . These are lawyers . What are lawyers . They are men who look things up in big books . " Why . " " To be safe . " " Why . " " Because you ...
Pàgina 21
... lips at the sight of this canine chaos . Anatole in pursuit and tripping over a stool to bounce on his long nosed face . As Fifi raised the cry . " Edouard , Edouard . " Heavy padding feet coming down the hall . Hunter bal- loonist ...
... lips at the sight of this canine chaos . Anatole in pursuit and tripping over a stool to bounce on his long nosed face . As Fifi raised the cry . " Edouard , Edouard . " Heavy padding feet coming down the hall . Hunter bal- loonist ...
Pàgina 25
... lips and called through the little fanlight to Pierre to please go back down to the white house off Avenue Foch again . Nannie's dark blue cape flew out from her as she ran through the gate and went tripping up the steps . Beyond the ...
... lips and called through the little fanlight to Pierre to please go back down to the white house off Avenue Foch again . Nannie's dark blue cape flew out from her as she ran through the gate and went tripping up the steps . Beyond the ...
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