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Condition: Good Cover: slight wear to edges; slight soiling and discolouring. Short pencil inscriptions on half-title page. Pages browning but otherwise clean. 
click pics for larger image Plot / Content: for plot details click middle picture above Background / Biography: The copyright notice in the book gives Fernández' date of birth as 1945. An initial search of Spanish and Catalan documents on the internet identifies him as director of the Valencia film festival in the mid-1990s. Traces (Catalan language and literature site), quoting a 1994 article, identifies him as "Lluís Fernàndez, actual director de la Mostra de València i home de mútliples facetes i professions (periodista, hostaler, escriptor, decorador, realitzador cinematogràfic, etc. ), va guanyar el premi Prudenci Bertrana 1978 amb la novel·la 'L'anarquista nu'." Reviews: for review of original edition, click middle picture above 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 can still hear the rain joyfully beating against my window. I'm counting off the seconds of every minute, it seems as if the clocks have stopped. The night looks like a ball of black rubber, strolling mockingly before my eyes. And now it's taken off only to disappear down the drain which empties into the canal. I can hear the tap in the bathroom dripping as it fills the bath. I've bought five packs of suppositories so I should have enough. I've got to kill my pain - if I'm going to succeed in killing death. I think of the tenderness of our final embrace, before a mirror bejewelled with condensation and sweat. A misted mirror, reflecting only the clouded remnants of ambiguous fantasy. Nothing can disturb the silence which absence generates, the silence of water as it both animates and enshrouds mirrors and glass surfaces, tender as down on a chick's back soaked by the rain. Silence is broken only by the movement of the water in the canal and the reflections cast on it by the light from my ceiling." from p7 Secondhand booksellers |
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