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Titre : Perversity
Éditeur : Black Lizard Books
Reliure : PAPERBACK
Etat du livre : New
088739048X New. N° de réf. du libraire Z088739048XZN
Synopsis : CONTENTS: · PART ONE. The Thin Partition · PART TWO. Student in Sin · PART THREE. The Room Downstairs · PART FOUR. Portrait of the Love Merchant a selection from PART ONE. The Thin Partition : I Irma's room was at the end of a narrow passage, on the right, and to get to it one passed a door which was always shut. The girl would say to each new client: ?Don't make a noise, voyons!? ?Why?? ?He's asleep.? ?Who is?? ?My brother.? She explained that her brother worked as a clerk in an office and went off very early in the morning. Then she would add quickly: ?But don't be afraid, darling. In my room we'll be quite quiet, and you know, I'll undress.? Irma the red haired was not lying. Emile had lived with her for five years, on the fourth floor of that house where at nightfall prostitutes of all ages went up and down accompanied by strange men. The women lived in an utterly careless disorder. The miserable staircase was lit by oil lamps and smelt abominably of drains, the damp walls were covered with scratches, the doors were badly fitting, the floors uneven. Thus they had always lived and their sordid surroundings were a part of themselves. Irma was accustomed to it all. She was a rather pretty girl, small, plump, carelessly gay, still young, nicknamed La Rouque, the Red One, because of the red gold hair which she wore cut short at the nape of her neck. She was used to this brother older than herself, he was a part of her life. He slept most of the time, she tried not to disturb him, and thought no more of him. She was generally to be found on the Boulevard de Crenelle, under the high, funeral-like gallery of the Metro, or at Jules in the Rue de l'Avre, a bar frequented by colored men, who on a Saturday would wait there for her. In order to be sure of a certain sum, she had made the whole band a fixed price for that evening, and though it was sometimes difficult, she kept her engagement strictly and never disappointed one of them. All next day she would sleep, a heavy sleep which looked like death?a murder. In the next room Emile also slept. On Sundays, he stayed in bed till six or seven o'clock. Then he got up, went out, ate in a restaurant and spent the evening at a cinema. Tall, round shouldered, taciturn, always tidily dressed in clothes too large for him and shiny with wear, he had neither acquaintances nor friends. He lived a solitary life organized to fit in with his hours of work. Every morning at seven o'clock he descended his four flights of stairs, every evening at dinnertime he mounted them again, and the Ladies whom he met on the staircase, without seeming to notice them, never once happened to find him late. The street was black, almost deserted. Here and there badly lit shops threw oblique, reddish gleams on to the pavements. ?Yes,? resumed one of the women. ?I don't care for that man.? ?Neither do I.? ?Types like that,? declared a third, ?don't talk much, they do things on the quiet. Ou-la-la! I've known some others of the sort. One does not even know that they are there. Then one day pan! and their portrait in all the newspapers.?
Synopsis: First published in 1928 and translated by Jean Rhys. In the Paris underworld, a prostitute and her pimp cavort. In the same house, her sexually immature brother watches disapprovingly, but the man's muddled desires and self-image lead all three down the road to horror.
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