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
... 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 there under the wild sky the world is so cold and wet . When big harm is a big shadow waiting for little boys ...
... 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 there under the wild sky the world is so cold and wet . When big harm is a big shadow waiting for little boys ...
Pàgina 4
... night there were voices on the porch below . Suddenly shouting and a face slapped in the still summer air . Balthazar woke from sleep and climbed from his bed in the white pale light . All fear . That somewhere else was far away and ...
... night there were voices on the porch below . Suddenly shouting and a face slapped in the still summer air . Balthazar woke from sleep and climbed from his bed in the white pale light . All fear . That somewhere else was far away and ...
Pàgina 16
... night from covers tucked tightly at Balthazar's throat , the world was dark and deep . Under the whitish waves of the English Channel did there swim these turtles cooking . Were they awfully afraid to boil and simmer out of a cold sea ...
... night from covers tucked tightly at Balthazar's throat , the world was dark and deep . Under the whitish waves of the English Channel did there swim these turtles cooking . Were they awfully afraid to boil and simmer out of a cold sea ...
Pàgina 24
... night of eels with other eels ' tails sticking out of their mouths in a whole great ocean of long grey devouring things waving up like seaweed to bite at one swimming and swim- ming . And in the morning dressed . Gusts of wind bending ...
... night of eels with other eels ' tails sticking out of their mouths in a whole great ocean of long grey devouring things waving up like seaweed to bite at one swimming and swim- ming . And in the morning dressed . Gusts of wind bending ...
Pàgina 25
J. P. Donleavy. shins . The big arms holding him firmly , like the night he was grabbed up from the dark country road . Uncle Edouard's voice and strange sad wave as the others of the house watched from a window . " O do not hurt the ...
J. P. Donleavy. shins . The big arms holding him firmly , like the night he was grabbed up from the dark country road . Uncle Edouard's voice and strange sad wave as the others of the house watched from a window . " O do not hurt the ...
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