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Condition: Very Good Boards (black with gilt lettering): slight marks on front and back. Page edges beginning to brown as normal, otherwise clean. Plot / Content: Philippe Besson's first novel introduces an asthmatic middle-aged Proust into its masterfully manipulated plot and invents a series of deeply felt letters written by him to the novel's young protagonist, Vincent de l'Etoile. In the summer of 1916, the emotionally precocious Vincent awakens to the possibilities of both erotic and platonic love. In the course of one week-at literary salons, at the Ritz, in cork-lined rooms-Vincent launches an intense friendship with the celebrated Proust, while at his parents' house in Paris he embarks on a sensual journey with Arthur Vales, the soldier son of a family servant, on leave from the front. Unknowingly, Vincent is also beginning a passage into a manhood that will be haunted by the secret he uncovers behind the love he bears for a doomed French infantryman and a famous middle-aged Jewish writer. Background / Biography: Philippe Besson (born 29 January 1967 in Barbezieux-Saint-Hilaire, Charente) is a French writer. continued 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 am sixteen. I am as old as the century. I know there is a war, that soldiers are dying on the front lines of this war, that civilians are dying in the towns and the countryside of France and elsewhere, that the war - more than the destruction, more than the mud, more than the whistle of bullets as they tear through a man's chest, more than the shattered faces of the women who wait, hoping sometimes against hope, for a letter which never arrives, for a leave of absence perpetually postponed, more than the game of politics that is played by nations - is the sum of the simple, cruel, sad and anonymous deaths of soldiers, of civilains whose names we will one day read on the pediments of monuments, to the sound of a funeral march." opening paragraphs Secondhand booksellers |
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