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Yche of the pre war French intelligentsia torn between identification with the victims of history and the glamour of its victors One of Bataille?. To a greater or lesser extent everyone depends on stories on novels to discover the manifold truth of life Only such stories read sometimes in a trance have the power to confront a person with his fate Of this I am sure only an intolerable impossible ordeal can give an author the means of achieving that wide ranging vision that readers weary of the narrow limitations imposed by convention are waiting forGeorges Bataille Author’s Foreword 1957In Blue of Noon as in all his fictions – though to my knowledge Blue of Noon is his most explicitly personal – Georges Bataille put his money where his mouth was Agree with his manifesto or not and I’ll admit the older I get the restrictive it seems the less adventurous the less admirable you can’t miss his singleminded dedication to it which gives his best work a thrust normally felt in thrillers though powered almost entirely by this strange writer’s obsessions True it’s not just the suffering but his warped take on sex that’ll compell you but in Blue of Noon like Hitchcock he seems to have perfected unseen fuelled suspense and there’s no need to explicate what is manifest in his characters’ actionsIn London in a cellar in a neighbourhood dive – the most sualid of unlikely places – Dirty was drunk Utterly so I was next to her my hand was still bandaged from being cut by a broken glass Dirty that day was wearing a sumptuous evening gown I was unshaven and unkempt As she stretched her long legs she went into a violent convulsion The place was crowded with men and their eyes were getting ominous; the eyes of these perplexed men recalled spent cigars Drunkenness had committed us to dereliction in pursuit of some grim response to the grimmest of compulsionsWhat I love about Bataille is his clearsightedness And his resolve to tell the truth about the processes at work on his dissolute narrator a truth which we presume and Bataille does as much as acknowledge he could only know by having endured it even at the nadir of that barely sketched character’s infamy Blue of Noon revolves around the axis of humiliation In scene after scene we witness the urge to humiliate in the hurt and unhappy – in the narrator Troppmann whose failed marriage has led him via a series of prostitutes to an impotent codependence with the cruel but beautiful or in his eyes beautiful because cruel Dirty and then into bored victimising of the lost Xenie That despite himself he’s drawn also into the orbit of the would be revolutionary Lazare though because he reuires “a bird of ill omen” to keep him company than from any social conscience which would be trite seems merely another instance of his bullying since one thing he knows in his bones is that Europe’s doomed and every time he purges himself in confession to this good Christian virgin he can’t help but shock her with doom laden pronouncements out of shame at his own helplessness It’s ugly but powerful He’s far far from a hero but eually no villain no death’s head no gargoyle What Bataille does here – and I don’t think it’s been done often – is reveal just how vulnerable a cruel man can be Sensitive too And aware of his own cruelty All of which just compounds his sufferingFor readers of the 2001 Penguin edition and probably the 2012 edition Will Self pens an impressive introduction comparing the novel to an out of control car “It is as if some cloaca God were to descend to someone who was labouring on the torture throne of constipation and deliver them a laxative balm” I don’t know what that means but I like it and in general Self has some interesting things to say here comparing “Bataille’s own view of lust as an annihilator of human difference to the way the Nazis’ lust for power threatened humanity with annihilation” Blue of Noon is set in various European cities in the lead up to the Second World WarFor those unfamiliar with Bataille The Story of the Eye is in English his most famous work though My Mother Madame Edwarda The Dead Man a novel and two short works published by Marion Boyars in 1989 and 1995 and again by Penguin in 2012 is eually rich startling and powerful His Eroticism also comes highly recommended but I started to grow away from his vision before I read it and have only revisited him recently from an urge to consolidate that period and set something of it in writing Call him an influence but not a favourite Brilliant because uniue because so few have attempted what he attempts But doomed to circle the same terrain ad nauseum much as it may be his own Now That Youre Back confront a person with his fate Of this I am sure only an intolerable impossible ordeal Cadence can give an author the means of achieving that wide ranging vision that readers weary of the narrow limitations imposed by Camp Stalag convention are waiting forGeorges Bataille Author’s Foreword 1957In Blue of Noon as in all his fictions – though to my knowledge Blue of Noon is his most explicitly personal – Georges Bataille put his money where his mouth was Agree with his manifesto or not and I’ll admit the older I get the restrictive it seems the less adventurous the less admirable you Demo can’t miss his singleminded dedication to it which gives his best work a thrust normally felt in thrillers though powered almost entirely by this strange writer’s obsessions True it’s not just the suffering but his warped take on sex that’ll Im Sorry, Sir compell you but in Blue of Noon like Hitchcock he seems to have perfected unseen fuelled suspense and there’s no need to explicate what is manifest in his Kiss the Girls (Alex Cross, characters’ actionsIn London in a Storm Born cellar in a neighbourhood dive – the most sualid of unlikely places – Dirty was drunk Utterly so I was next to her my hand was still bandaged from being Storm Born cut by a broken glass Dirty that day was wearing a sumptuous evening gown I was unshaven and unkempt As she stretched her long legs she went into a violent Echoes of the Dance convulsion The place was Reunited by a Baby Secret (Vineyards of Calanetti crowded with men and their eyes were getting ominous; 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??s overtly political works it explores the ambiguity of sex as a subversive force bringing violence power and death together in a terrifying uni. I love this I love it just as much as his Story of the Eye and My MotherMadame EdwardaThe Dead Man story setAlbeit grim and nihilistic than anything else of his that I've read thus far I can see a maturation in this work of his compared to his othersHis eroticism days were not forgotten but simply put on lay by for being placed in a precise part of the story and although the necrophilic talk was a bit much for me he does wrap it in such a poetic way that it doesn't overwhelm the storyThe relationships in Bataille's work are always of a deep nature as opposed to many other writers' scratch the surface works of erotica and the detailing throughout is exceptionally vivid as alwaysFor me personally I've consumed enough of his work that I think it about time I got tucked into the biographical work that others have provided on himI'd suggest for future Bataille fans to leave this to last and get through My MotherMadame EdwardaThe Dead Man first followed by Story of the Eye followed by this but that could be my bias speaking

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Set against the backdrop of Europe’s slide into Fascism this twentieth century erotic classic takes the reader on a dark journey through the ps. 45 stars Bleak depraved and nihilistic but in an utterly gorgeous razor sharp way Far potent and incisive than his Story of the Eye Absolutely loved it


10 thoughts on “Le bleu du ciel

  1. says:

    Unlike Story of the Eye Blue of Noon doesn’t boast excess of sexual symbols but there is a profusion of existential signs instead All that nausea and sickness and sualor of living so cherished by Jean Paul Sartre are already in this novelette And the main hero’s obsession with necrophilia symbolizes an abhorrence of the pending stream of death In front of them their leader – a degenerately skinny kid with the sulky face of a fish – kept time with a long drum major's stick He held this stick obscenely erect with the knob at his crotch it then looked like a monstrous monkey's penis that had been decorated with braids of coloured cord Like a dirty little brute he would then jerk the stick level with his mouth; from crotch to mouth from mouth to crotch each rise and fall jerking to a grinding salvo from the drums The sight was obscene It was terrifying – if I hadn't been blessed with exceptional composure how could I have stood and looked at these hateful automatons as calmly as if I were facing a stone wall? Each peal of music in the night was an incantatory summons to war and murder The drum rolls were raised to their paroxysm in the expectation of an ultimate release in bloody salvos of artillery I looked into the distance a children's army in battle order They were motionless nonetheless but in a trance I saw them so near me entranced by a longing to meet their death hallucinated by the endless fields where they would one day advance laughing in the sunlight leaving the dead and the dying behind themThe tale is prophetic In the tumultuous times hysteria prevails


  2. says:

    45 stars Bleak depraved and nihilistic but in an utterly gorgeous razor sharp way Far potent and incisive than his Story of the Eye Absolutely loved it


  3. says:

    Can't uite believe this came from the same guy that penned the sick 'Histoire de l'œil' Story of the Eye I found it to my surprise to be really good Starting off in London before taking in Paris Barcelona and briefly towards the end Germany all set around the time of the Spanish Civil War Blue of Noon bizarrely felt just as much to me like Hemingway as it did likes of Céline or Henry Miller There are nods towards Sartre too who was a fan of the book Yes it's nihilistic with lots of crying and lots of moping and our protagonist Troppman has a morbid fascination for corpses as well as being drunk and sick most of the time but Bataille really captures that brooding feeling within his narrative in regards the years leading up to the Second World War Europe is on a cliff edge and he builds a pensive tension leading towards it's haunting ending Expanding on that Blue of Noon had some of the most beautiful depictions of sorrow and despair that I've come across The eroticism is toned down the psychology is turned up as Troppman slowly starts to creep into the shadows of rising fascism who during his stay in the places I mentioned above spends time in the company of four woman Dirty the Marxist Jew Lazare the young Xenie and his wife Edith Abomination would be one word I'd use when describing the thoughts of some it's character's especially Troppman who seems to drift through the darkness of a decadent world worthy of a good scrubbing and in an alcohol haze he tries to find a cause to devote himself to but illness lethargy and repulsion follows his path of righteousness What is worth saying also is that Bataille has the ability to incite a physical revolt in the reader as we accompany Troppman on his journey I will now certainly read Bataille having previously said No Way after Histoire de l'œil


  4. says:

    In a time and place of fear there is often a self portrait that emerges that can no longer be hidden and this is the true 'us' who we did not want others to see Excellent examination of that which we hide but that emerges in times of conflict


  5. says:

    May be three and half starsThe rating here is very subjective If for instance a person with the sufficient knowledge of the pre war Europe along with its political turmoils and its popular philosophical ideologies might end up liking it much better And heshe might rate it highlyOf course I too did some extra reading Searched for some of the definitions and features of Fascism Spanish Civil War the assassination of Dollfuss etc The reason for the extra reading The novel is situated in a particular historical setting of Europe and the characters are allusions to various philosophicalpolitical positions of the then Europe Thanks to the introduction to Will Self It was the time Fascism was gaining ground all over EuropeThe novel as such deals with a man and his amorous encounters with three women The three women are supposed to be allusions to various ideologies For instance Dirty Dorathea is an allusion to the past regime or the regime that is to be thrown away And so calling her as Dirty is intentional to me it looks like that The past regime is one to which mud is slung It is always dirty And it has to be replaced with the new government and even if it is needed to be arrived at with the violent means it is okay This position is represented by Lazare the second woman Here too the name is very suggestive Dead man alive Marxist ideology of salvation through violence is uestioned ? Or Marxist ideology itself is shown to be redundant The other woman is Xenie who represents bourgeois class The main character in the novel is attracted to all three and he can not decide where to place his trust He is indecisive He is content at times being with Lazare MarxismFascism and the next moment he has a longing for Dirty and he also flirts with Xenie If that is the case the novel has come out well I sincerely hope that I got the point


  6. says:

    To a greater or lesser extent everyone depends on stories on novels to discover the manifold truth of life Only such stories read sometimes in a trance have the power to confront a person with his fate Of this I am sure only an intolerable impossible ordeal can give an author the means of achieving that wide ranging vision that readers weary of the narrow limitations imposed by convention are waiting forGeorges Bataille Author’s Foreword 1957In Blue of Noon as in all his fictions – though to my knowledge Blue of Noon is his most explicitly personal – Georges Bataille put his money where his mouth was Agree with his manifesto or not and I’ll admit the older I get the restrictive it seems the less adventurous the less admirable you can’t miss his singleminded dedication to it which gives his best work a thrust normally felt in thrillers though powered almost entirely by this strange writer’s obsessions True it’s not just the suffering but his warped take on sex that’ll compell you but in Blue of Noon like Hitchcock he seems to have perfected unseen fuelled suspense and there’s no need to explicate what is manifest in his characters’ actionsIn London in a cellar in a neighbourhood dive – the most sualid of unlikely places – Dirty was drunk Utterly so I was next to her my hand was still bandaged from being cut by a broken glass Dirty that day was wearing a sumptuous evening gown I was unshaven and unkempt As she stretched her long legs she went into a violent convulsion The place was crowded with men and their eyes were getting ominous; the eyes of these perplexed men recalled spent cigars Drunkenness had committed us to dereliction in pursuit of some grim response to the grimmest of compulsionsWhat I love about Bataille is his clearsightedness And his resolve to tell the truth about the processes at work on his dissolute narrator a truth which we presume and Bataille does as much as acknowledge he could only know by having endured it even at the nadir of that barely sketched character’s infamy Blue of Noon revolves around the axis of humiliation In scene after scene we witness the urge to humiliate in the hurt and unhappy – in the narrator Troppmann whose failed marriage has led him via a series of prostitutes to an impotent codependence with the cruel but beautiful or in his eyes beautiful because cruel Dirty and then into bored victimising of the lost Xenie That despite himself he’s drawn also into the orbit of the would be revolutionary Lazare though because he reuires “a bird of ill omen” to keep him company than from any social conscience which would be trite seems merely another instance of his bullying since one thing he knows in his bones is that Europe’s doomed and every time he purges himself in confession to this good Christian virgin he can’t help but shock her with doom laden pronouncements out of shame at his own helplessness It’s ugly but powerful He’s far far from a hero but eually no villain no death’s head no gargoyle What Bataille does here – and I don’t think it’s been done often – is reveal just how vulnerable a cruel man can be Sensitive too And aware of his own cruelty All of which just compounds his sufferingFor readers of the 2001 Penguin edition and probably the 2012 edition Will Self pens an impressive introduction comparing the novel to an out of control car “It is as if some cloaca God were to descend to someone who was labouring on the torture throne of constipation and deliver them a laxative balm” I don’t know what that means but I like it and in general Self has some interesting things to say here comparing “Bataille’s own view of lust as an annihilator of human difference to the way the Nazis’ lust for power threatened humanity with annihilation” Blue of Noon is set in various European cities in the lead up to the Second World WarFor those unfamiliar with Bataille The Story of the Eye is in English his most famous work though My Mother Madame Edwarda The Dead Man a novel and two short works published by Marion Boyars in 1989 and 1995 and again by Penguin in 2012 is eually rich startling and powerful His Eroticism also comes highly recommended but I started to grow away from his vision before I read it and have only revisited him recently from an urge to consolidate that period and set something of it in writing Call him an influence but not a favourite Brilliant because uniue because so few have attempted what he attempts But doomed to circle the same terrain ad nauseum much as it may be his own


  7. says:

    A gruelling story set in the turmoil of the 1930s The story takes us on a journey of sexual depravity and excess with the rise of Fascism before the second world war If is about the main character Troppmann who is out of control drinks drinking to excess and having affairs womanises and is on the verge of despair His wife Dirty leaves him for Brighton and he goes to Paris to go on a bender to end all benders Not an easy story to read and you need a shower after reading it The characters are mostly sinking into drunken chaos with no future The goal appearing to be trying to drink yourself to death while being as deprive as possible A story of losing yourself to madness before the horrors of the Second World War


  8. says:

    I love this I love it just as much as his Story of the Eye and My MotherMadame EdwardaThe Dead Man story setAlbeit grim and nihilistic than anything else of his that I've read thus far I can see a maturation in this work of his compared to his othersHis eroticism days were not forgotten but simply put on lay by for being placed in a precise part of the story and although the necrophilic talk was a bit much for me he does wrap it in such a poetic way that it doesn't overwhelm the storyThe relationships in Bataille's work are always of a deep nature as opposed to many other writers' scratch the surface works of erotica and the detailing throughout is exceptionally vivid as alwaysFor me personally I've consumed enough of his work that I think it about time I got tucked into the biographical work that others have provided on himI'd suggest for future Bataille fans to leave this to last and get through My MotherMadame EdwardaThe Dead Man first followed by Story of the Eye followed by this but that could be my bias speaking


  9. says:

    I've read this book three weeks ago in scarce hours but its female characters still haunt my mind Lazare Dirty The book strongly reminded me of all the fiction I have read by Henry Miller but it is far elegant The text is definetely kindred my poetry like with this natural and bright promiscuity Book includes several descriptions of somebody's or author's dreams Intimate and not at all political there's nothing radical in this book but its historical context barely dimly seen Actually I wonder if being a type of a person easily succumbing to ideas of alterations of social order an activist isn't merely a chemical gap between a human and what an addict of endorphin our body is at times Out of sudden the protagonist is ready to become a kamikaze for some underlit political purpose although the whole narration danced around his love tormentsadventures in fever I feel like I could have written this too I picked up this book in order to establish a link between eroticism and political engagement however it seems like this is what the book is missing


  10. says:

    Brief but scarringly debauched reminiscences of a man and his self destructive relationships with three women ugly Lazare submissive Xenia and perverted Dirty set against the rise of Nazism and the Catalan riots in 1935 Abusive drunken dilettante Communism self harm and perverse with even a touch of necrophilia thrown in this is not for the faint hearted but it is powerful nihilistic fare and despite the gruesomeness of it all I wanted to go straight back to read parts of it again so it definitely has something


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