BRIEFING FOR A DESCENT INTO HELL [Signed]

Lessing, Doris

ISBN 10: 0224005073 / ISBN 13: 9780224005074

Edité par Jonathan Cape, London, UK, 1971

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Small Octavo, 251 pages. In Very Good condition with a Very Good condition dust jacket. Black spine with red and white lettering. Dust jacket is wrapped in a mylar covering, price is uncut "£1.60 net", has chipping along the extremities, and mild age-toning throughout. Boards have bending wear along the spine head and tail edges. Textblock has stains on the end-pages and pastedowns, mild wear along the edges, mild age-toning along the edges, and stains along the edges. Signed flat by Doris Lessing on the title page. Shelved Room C. 1391299. Special Collections.

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Détails bibliographiques

• Titre: BRIEFING FOR A DESCENT INTO HELL [Signed]
• Éditeur: Jonathan Cape, London, UK
• Date de parution: 1971
• Langue: anglais
• ISBN à 10 chiffres: 0224005073
• ISBN à 13 chiffres: 9780224005074
• Reliure: Hardcover
• Édition: First UK Edition, First Printing.
• État de la jaquette: Jaquette
• Signé: Signé par l'auteur
• Catalogues du vendeur:
  • Literature

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Synopsis

Doris Lessing's new novel - which she defines as 'inner space fiction' - is an incomparably exciting voyage into the the marvellous, terrifying, unexplored, yet sometimes glimpsed territory of the inner man. Professor Charles Watkins (Classics), doomed to spin endlessly in the currents of the Atlantic, makes a landfall at last on a tropical shore. He discovers a ruined stone city, participates - moon-dazed - in bloody rituals in the paradisical forest, witnesses the savage war of the Rat-dogs and is borne on the back of the lordly White Bird across the sea of the dead. Finally, the Crystal claims him, whirling him out into space on a breathtaking cosmic journey. Yet this most exotic of trips is firmly rootedin the reality of a mental breakdown as De Quincey's fantasies were in the chemistry of opium. Watkins is a patient of Central Intake Hosptial, an enigma to the doctors who try with ever more powerful drugs to subdue his mind's adventure, a candidate for electric shock treatment. In a series of extraordinary letters - brilliantly illuminating both on the writers and their subject - Watkins is reconstructed by those who have know him: the forgotten women who have loved him; the pedant, incensed by his intellectual anarchy; the wartime colleague around whose exploits with the Yugoslavian partisans Watkins builds an astonishing fantasy. Doris Lessing believes that society's treatment of the mentally ill is civilisation's biggest and blackest blind spot, and that it is through the minds of the 'broken-down' that truths we choose to shut out enter like the disguised messengers in myths and fairy tales. Developing themes central to The Golden Notebook and The Four Gated City, this book is her most astounding imaginative achievement - a rare work which explores new areas of thought.

À propos de l?auteur

Doris Lessing was born of British parents in Persia in 1919 and taken to South Africa at the age of five. She spent the rest of her childhood on a large farm in Southern Rhodesia. At the age of eighteen, she became a telephone operator in Salisbury where she had, she says, 'the kind of compulsive good time described in Martha Quest'. In 1949 she came to London bringing with her the manuscript of her first novel, The Grass is Singing. Published the following year, the book was an outstanding success in Britain, in America and in ten European countires. Her subsequent novels have inlcuded the five-volume Children of Violence series (1952-69) and The Golden Notebook (1962). Reviewing this last book, the Sunday Times called Doris Lessing 'not only the best woman novelist we have but one of the most serious, intelligent and honest writers of the whole post-war generation'. She is also the author of such short story collections as The Habit of Loving (1957) and of non-fiction books ranging from Going Home (1957) to Particularly Cats (1967). The Observer wrote of her: 'There can't, I suppose, be anyone left who reads modern fiction at all and isn't aware of the importance of Doris Lessing's work, with its strenth, its sobriety, its fine integrity.'