Blaise Cendrars’ Moravagine assaults from the outset. Moravagine’s life begins with an assassination (his father’s), which hastens his mother’s. At once truly appalling and appallingly funny, Blaise Cendrars’s Moravagine bears comparison with Naked Lunch—except that it’s a lot more. It’s not all cold-blooded murder and nihilistic despair. After all, this is a comic adventure, even if the comedy often reeks with the stink of death.
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Esa en la que dice: There used to be a series in the The Paris Review Daily on what writers see from their windows. Click here to buy this book Amazon. His story, recounted by the doctor who frees him from a ward for the criminally insane in order to better observe him, is a kind of travelogue owing its energetically erratic prose equally to adventure yarns, surrealist fantasia, and pitch-dripping nihilism.
Or, one might perhaps also say, there was no bullshit. Science in cendras detachment, our distance, our vicarious thrill from reading.
Staff Pick: Blaise Cendrars’ Moravagine
The collision of the “debonair” voice, the hallucinatory imagery, and a prosody keenly even innocently interested in rhyme and wordplay shouldn’t work, but it does: Jan 05, Troy rated it it was amazing Shelves: And some of the chapters are worth reading.
And Cendrars was, this one-arm manic, was one of the greats. Our barrels are carefully padded on the inside and an especially thick layer gives extra protection to the head and shoulders.
In pro domo he wrote. And partly this is true: The mirror reflects a monstrosity but what else was there to view but man devouring its own flesh, shitting out ideals onl Courageous absurdity.
Moravagine, perhaps the sole authentic descendant of the last King of Hungary, perhaps merely a hallucination is “a dark little man skinny, knotted and desiccated as a vine-stock, seemingly burned by the flame that flickers in the depths of his great eyes.
The words of a madman who, deprived of the object of his desire, becomes so obsessed with mundane objects that these are You are lovely as a stovepipe, smooth and rounded into yourself, elbowed. He traveled in my place.
It was hard for me to ignore the possibility that Ra To me, Moravagine lacks mroavagine credibility of both its main character s and its story. Lists with This Book. Isao Takahata makes survival the thematic core of the story, but he never degrades his characters or fetishizes their suffering.
Everywhere, in all circumstances, and all sorts of books. Cendrars himself was no stranger to the war, he lost his arm in battle. It pushes wisdom deep into the nether regions of your mind like a lobotomy incision. Released from a hospital for the criminally insane by his starstruck psychiatrist the narrator of the bookwho foresees a companionship in crime that will also be an unprecedented scientific collaboration, Moravagine travels from Moscow to San Antonio to deepest Amazonia, engaged in schemes and scams as, among other things, terrorist, speculator, gold prospector, and pilot.
Moravagine – Blaise Cendrars – Google Books
Her fiction, essays, and criticism have appeared in Fence, Bomb, and Tin House, among other publications. Book ratings by Goodreads. But as the brief interlude comes to an end and the two men and the ape share a final liqueur and round of conversation, Olympio slips his hand under his shirt and gives the lie to civilized propriety with a crude gesture of self-satisfaction.
Moravagine is based on Fantomas, which is yet another favorite I read in The words of our protagonist, Moravagine, anarchist and murderer, whose name translates as either “death by vagina” or “death to vagina”, and whose madness and objectifications are only beginning.
The reader is most assuredly an accomplice. Sep 02, J. But when has it ever been so savage, or so full vlaise joy? Not only is a fun and bloody romp, but it’s a smart commentary of the state of the world and it’s blood drenched recent past. It follows a sociopathic cripple and his enabler who is cendrrars author of book and named Cendrars.
After the war he returned to Paris, becaming an important part of the artistic community in Montparnasse. It If you only read one book this year about a diminutive gimp who enjoys disemboweling women, make it this one.
It does have, however, the greatest title in literature, and really, really does make a great conversation topic.
It takes two Innovation trunks to hold his collection of suits and his under-finery. We, of course, were poles apart from these credulous fools and their vaporous theories. While Moravagine as a character may prove to be quite memorable, for me, the adventures certainly are not.
The disjointed sentence structure of the novel is justified: Mar 11, Paul rated it really liked it. The Wall of the Sky, The Wall of the Eye by Jonathan Lethem recommended by Andrew Jonathan Lethem pushes the unsuspecting reader into one troubling, convoluted short story after another, then, when he’s good and ready, spits the reader out into the real world, leaving him twitching and scratching his head, barely able to catch his breath before luring him back into his alternate universe where futuristic horror butts heads with mystery and suspense.
Cendrars was a formidable intellect as well as a formidable author.
Paris Review – Blaise Cendrars, The Art of Fiction No. 38
Indeed whimsical carnage bedazzled with the jewels of elegant words. With many former and current booksellers in our ranks, we offer our own “Staff Picks” in a feature appearing irregularly. The nihilists of were a set of mystics, dreamers, the routineers of universal happiness. It is  a complex opus, with a central figure cemdrars Moravagine character like a dark persona of the author which he gets rid of through writing. Moments that are as ferocious and incandescent as any I’ve read.