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
... road to the beach . As Spot raced up and down unseen between furrows under the potato leaves . Balthazar's fair skinned body was rubbed with oil and he played the day under the big orange parasol . Cloudy skies he ran up and down the ...
... road to the beach . As Spot raced up and down unseen between furrows under the potato leaves . Balthazar's fair skinned body was rubbed with oil and he played the day under the big orange parasol . Cloudy skies he ran up and down the ...
Pàgina 3
... road . Tomorrow mommie and daddy will come . And like a good little boy we must move our bowels and take our drop of iodine in a glass of water and one day just like nannie you'll be able to break an apple in half with your thumbs ...
... road . Tomorrow mommie and daddy will come . And like a good little boy we must move our bowels and take our drop of iodine in a glass of water and one day just like nannie you'll be able to break an apple in half with your thumbs ...
Pàgina 4
... road . Where his feet felt the warmth and stuck in the softened tar . Then hands jumping out of the vast night grabbed him from behind . The strong arms of Pierre . Who carried the struggling little prisoner back to bed . Next day ...
... road . Where his feet felt the warmth and stuck in the softened tar . Then hands jumping out of the vast night grabbed him from behind . The strong arms of Pierre . Who carried the struggling little prisoner back to bed . Next day ...
Pàgina 10
... road to the beach . As Spot raced up and down unseen between furrows under the potato leaves . Balthazar's fair skinned body was rubbed with oil and he played the day under the big orange parasol . Cloudy skies he ran up and down the ...
... road to the beach . As Spot raced up and down unseen between furrows under the potato leaves . Balthazar's fair skinned body was rubbed with oil and he played the day under the big orange parasol . Cloudy skies he ran up and down the ...
Pàgina 14
... road to fall into the lap of a cafe customer and both with table and citron pressé went crashing to the ground . When I bombarded Uncle Edouard with the cheese , he said I was a little brat . " Why are you not a big brat to do that to ...
... road to fall into the lap of a cafe customer and both with table and citron pressé went crashing to the ground . When I bombarded Uncle Edouard with the cheese , he said I was a little brat . " Why are you not a big brat to do that to ...
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