I said somewhere else that Berlin is everywhere, but so is rural France. Edouard Louis is a young French writer who wrote the novel 'En finir avec Eddy Bellegueule' at the age of 18. It was published in France last year and is currently being translated into 20 languages. It was a bestseller. It caused a scandal with the busybodies that sell censure called political correctness and was greeted as a revelation by realists, writers, and able-minded literary critics alike.
This is my personal blog where I display my gay candies. You might agree or disagree, but it is all a matter of taste, isn't it?
Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts
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Monday, September 2, 2013
Through The Looking-Glass
Mirrors are mirrors, you would think. But even if you are a stickler for reality, a mirror is sometimes not what it seems but might be a means of secret observations. You may see them in most crime series on television. But even outside of fiction, cases are known where such observation on the sly took place in locker rooms or bathrooms.
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