"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
Sex, guilt and retribution. Apparently inspired by the goings-on at a neighbouring palace during the author's childhood, this 1965 novel is set in the expansive residence of a retired nobleman whose carnal excesses set the tone for the whole community. The story focuses on the sexual rivalry between His Lordship and his despised son, Jan Darra, who turns out not to be his son at all and who, in time, will reap revenge over his tormentor. Erotic pleasures described in hyperbolic, neoclassical fashion are merely a pretext to create in intricate detail a self-contained microcosm ruled by lust if not passion and by scheming self-interest.
With its skilful construction, psychological insights, lush prose and steamy yet inoffensive sex scenes, not to mention its overly Buddhist moral stance, this is an exceptional novel with few equivalents in the world of literature.
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