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Condition: Very Good First English language edition. Jacket fading / browning with age, but otherwise little damage. Pre-title has short ink inscription. Plot / Content: Original title: Les Loukoums "This brilliant novel, written by a Frenchman whose recent impact on the Parisian literary scene has been spectacular, takes the lid off New York with a realism that bites deep into that city of the night, of gay anonymous encounters in parking lots, of muggings, cockroach infested apartments, casual murders, lust and sometimes love. The odyssey of Luc, a French visitor, from his disconcerting arrival at New York Customs to the incredible macabre ending of the novel makes this a story that shocks with its brutal candour in a very contemporary and unusual way." (from the cover) Background / Biography: "Yves Navarre has in a very few years written a number of novels and plays that have achieved best-seller status in France and even made him a cult figure. Born in 1940 he lives mostly in Paris but has travelled widely in Europe, Britain and America." (from the cover) Navarre committed suicide in 1994. More information on Wikipedia Reviews: Clicking on advertiser links on this site may allow these companies to gather and use information about your visit to this and other websites to provide you with advertisements about goods and services presumed to be of interest to you. |
Quote from this book "I want to rip up the clouds. So thought Luc as the plane, throbbing and violent, lost itself in the stratosphere before finally rising closer to the sun, somewhere between our workd and all the rest. In seven hours he would be in New York City. Rasky's telegram had read: 'Meet me in New York City. Please. Rasky. PS: I feel empty.' That was the old boy's style all right: he would go on to the bitter end acting like a spoilt child, like the possessor of so many playthings, which is how he looks on human beings, other people. But something in the form and tone of the telegram betrayed the anguish of a plea that was not this time due to caprice. " opening paragraph Secondhand booksellers |
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