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 4
... 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 home . And the ...
... 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 home . And the ...
Pàgina 6
... voice when my father is dead . " " Ah a son like the father . I am sorry , forgive me . ' " No. " Uncle Edouard clicked his heels and bowed . Nannie clutch- ing Balthazar's hand and nodding her way on tall black stockinged legs across ...
... voice when my father is dead . " " Ah a son like the father . I am sorry , forgive me . ' " No. " Uncle Edouard clicked his heels and bowed . Nannie clutch- ing Balthazar's hand and nodding her way on tall black stockinged legs across ...
Pàgina 19
... voice booming as he shook hands with Uncle Edouard and bowed to the big blue widening eyes on the pale face of Balthazar . Whose small bared knees touched , thin stems joined between his white stockings and short flannel trousers . The ...
... voice booming as he shook hands with Uncle Edouard and bowed to the big blue widening eyes on the pale face of Balthazar . Whose small bared knees touched , thin stems joined between his white stockings and short flannel trousers . The ...
Pàgina 25
... voice and strange sad wave as the others of the house watched from a window . " O do not hurt the little boy , do not hurt him please . " The kicks rained upon Pierre's leather gaitered shins . And he swept Balthazar up and laid him ...
... voice and strange sad wave as the others of the house watched from a window . " O do not hurt the little boy , do not hurt him please . " The kicks rained upon Pierre's leather gaitered shins . And he swept Balthazar up and laid him ...
Pàgina 35
... voices in song . Smell of wax and autumn winds bleeding through cracks of doors and windows and crevices of stone . Balthazar staring down at this hymn as the words grew faint then blurred and dimmed . Until he woke on his bed , matron ...
... voices in song . Smell of wax and autumn winds bleeding through cracks of doors and windows and crevices of stone . Balthazar staring down at this hymn as the words grew faint then blurred and dimmed . Until he woke on his bed , matron ...
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