Deux coqs vivaient en paix… Une petite bourgeoise vient troubler l'existence de François Givet, un peintre homosexuel en ménage avec Riton, garçon sympathique, qui le protège farouchement. Ce jeune prolo, mi-voyou, mi-ange gardien, feint de...
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Set in 1960, this novel tells of Filib Kobal's journey from his home in Carinthia to Slovenia on the trail of his missing brother, Gregor. He is armed only with two of Gregor's books: a copy book from agricultural school, and a Slovenian — German...
Replacement, his only novel, published two years before Ulven’s suicide, is a miniature symphony, wherein the perspectives of fifteen unrelated characters are united into what seems a single narrative voice: each personality, having reached a...
Crawford Sloane ist der Star von CBA-TV, der rücksichtslose Herrscher im Nachrichtenstudio. Harry Partridge kennt er noch aus Vietnam. Wochenlang tauchte Harry, der Einzelgänger, unter, um seine sensationellen Reportagen zu drehen. Damals...
From the brilliant mind of the author of The Sound of Things Falling, a powerful novel about a legendary political cartoonist.
Javier Mallarino is a living legend. He is his country's most influential political cartoonist, the consciousness of a...
Я нашел старую пожелтевшую тонкую тетрадку, на обложке которой моей детской рукой написано слово "РОБОЧКА". Надпись сделана,...
In Makine's fifth novel, the memories of an unnamed narrator weave through the 20th century as he recalls episodes in the life of his family-experiences that include those of a battlefield doctor in Afghanistan who was also a KGB agent, a Russian...
In Makine's fifth novel, the memories of an unnamed narrator weave through the 20th century as he recalls episodes in the life of his family-experiences that include those of a battlefield doctor in Afghanistan who was also a KGB agent, a Russian...
Je me savais a present incapable de dire la verite de notre temps. Je n'etais ni un temoin objectif, ni un historien, ni surtout un sage moraliste. Je pouvais tout simplement reprendre ce recit interrompu alors par la nuit, par les routes qui nous...
Je me savais a present incapable de dire la verite de notre temps. Je n'etais ni un temoin objectif, ni un historien, ni surtout un sage moraliste. Je pouvais tout simplement reprendre ce recit interrompu alors par la nuit, par les routes qui nous...