Moravagine How can I convince the sceptic that I was ravished by Cendrars s Moravagine How does one know immediately that a thing is after one s own heart some men compel you to accept them compel you to unders

  • Title: Moravagine
  • Author: Blaise Cendrars Alan Brown
  • ISBN: 9780140039658
  • Page: 198
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • How can I convince the sceptic that I was ravished by Cendrars s Moravagine How does one know immediately that a thing is after one s own heart some men compel you to accept them, compel you to understand, and finally, to adore Henry Miller Since its first publication in France in 1926 this ferocious and fantastic masterpiece has established itself as a classic How can I convince the sceptic that I was ravished by Cendrars s Moravagine How does one know immediately that a thing is after one s own heart some men compel you to accept them, compel you to understand, and finally, to adore Henry Miller Since its first publication in France in 1926 this ferocious and fantastic masterpiece has established itself as a classic of of twentieth century fiction The semi autobiographical story is narrated by a young French doctor who encounters Moravagine in a Swiss lunatic asylum and promptly helps him to escape Together they travel the world rally to support the Russian Revolution, narrowly escape being eaten by American Blue Indians and fight in the First World War Full of tenderness, horror and savage humour, Moravagine is a dazzling piece of writing by one of the founders of the modern movement in literature.The cover shows a detail from Lucifer by Thomas H fner, in the artists collection

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    • Vit Babenco says:

      In the beginning was the rhythm and only eventually the rhythm gained corporeality…Blaise Cendrars boldly bases his novel on the concept of Alfred Jarry’s pataphysics.Hysteria… Freud had taken up the problem, had gone into it more amply, more profoundly, had lifted it, extracted it from its purely experimental and clinical domain to make of it a kind of pataphysics of social, religious and artistic pathology…Blaise Cendrars doesn’t write, he literally crochets a morbidly pathological l [...]

    • David says:

      If you only read one book this year about a diminutive gimp who enjoys disemboweling women, make it this one. It will at least save you the bother of having to find another one. And there's certainly no book quite like Blaise Cendrars' Moravagine, a tonally irregular, provocative artifact of the 1920s French avant garde. But don't be scared off by the phrase 'French avant garde' and its omens of obfuscation and aesthetic prickliness. Moravagine is, without qualification, a very readable book. It [...]

    • Richard Derus says:

      Book Circle Reads 17Rating: 3 sickened stars of five The Publisher Says: At once truly appalling and appallingly funny, Blaise Cendrars's Moravagine bears comparison with Naked Lunch—except that it's a lot more entertaining to read. Heir to an immense aristocratic fortune, mental and physical mutant Moravagine is a monster, a man in pursuit of a theorem that will justify his every desire. Released from a hospital for the criminally insane by his starstruck psychiatrist (the narrator of the boo [...]

    • Eddie Watkins says:

      Let's just say the title translates as both death TO and death BY vagina. It's part pulp adventure tale, part embodied manifesto whose main message is that madness and disease are the guiding forces on earth, and all Greatest Dada Novel ever.The early parts are a Rabelaisian misogynistic fever dream across Europe and into Russia where Moravagine, a dadaist writ GIGANTIC, spearheads a revolution. But then, after fleeing to the United States, the narrative kind of settles down (after the death of [...]

    • Tosh says:

      Blaise Cendrars is one of those characters that one can't believe that they actually exist. His novel reads like a demented Sam Fuller film with a script by Luis Bunuel. Well, that how it reads to me!Nevertheless this early 20th Century classic is sort of the door that leads to the madness of that Century. It's a feverish adventure tale that goes beyond reason into a form of madness. And Cendrars was, this one-arm manic, was one of the greats. No doubt about that!

    • knig says:

      Moravagine is one huge masturbatory celebration, Cendrars’ personal exorcism into born-again apogee. I think Cendrars woke up one morning and he decided he’d had enough of dichotomy, duality and double structure. With one fell swoop of the literary sword, he cut himself in two, separating out the unacceptable face of humanity like so much egg white oozing away from the yolk, and infested invested Moragavine rankest of them all, thus allowing himself to phoenix whole, purged and as pure as a [...]

    • Tony says:

      This seemed to me to be the right (if not logical) next book after just completingFear: A Novel of World War I. Take the horrors of war and paint them allegorically in the form of a human monster. I was promised it would be "At once appalling and appallingly funny" I found it neither, and as Sgt. Hulka once said, "I got a helluva sense of humor."There are plenty of positive to gushing reviews, so don't go by me.

    • Paul says:

      Courageous absurdity. Audacious luster. Unequivocal bloodlust. Dragging existentialism across the muddied battlefields at the heart of man’s inextinguishable conflagration, this book bestows the chattering of the primal inescapably intertwined with the human spirit. Nihilism rants from the gutters of humanity speaking that inexcusable, uncomfortable & unapologetic truth. The mirror reflects a monstrosity but what else was there to view but man devouring its own flesh, shitting out ideals o [...]

    • Ryan says:

      What a book! Moments that are as ferocious and incandescent as any I've read. Framed as an elaborate literary hoax - the overlong preface to The Complete Works of Moravagine - which are, zut alors(!), lost. Stolen from their resting place in a French country cottage beside a steeple where they were kept in an attic under lock and key. Pilfered by Nazis, ground into the muck by hobnailed boots. Thankfully this slender tome was rescued (conniving wink, sharp-elbowed nudge). Here's a passage th [...]

    • Adam says:

      A dark, comic journey through the early 20th century and across Europe and the Americas that is part Verne and part Celine (except this ends instead of starts with World War One). The main characters are pretty horrible and disturbing and their adventures range from whimsical to pretty dark as they encounter a scary version of Russia during the 1905 revolt, trouble with Indians in America, hanging out with a monkey on an ocean liner, and finally a strangely heartbreaking ending in the aftermath [...]

    • Nate D says:

      You are lovely as a stovepipe, smooth and rounded into yourself, elbowed. Your body is like an egg on the seashore. You are concentrated as rock salt and transparent as rock crystal. You are a prodigous blossoming, a motionless whirlpool. The abyss of light. You are like a sounding line that sinks to incalculable depths. You are like a blade of grass magnified a thousand times.The words of a madman who, deprived of the object of his desire, becomes so obsessed with mundane objects that these are [...]

    • AC says:

      I couldn't decide whether to give this 3 stars or 4 stars (not that anyone would care either way). Cendrars seems to have hated this book, having begun it in 1917, he was still trying to finish it as he crossed the Equator on a boat to Rio in 1924. He simply couldn't stand the "turgid, pretentious style" to which he had committed himself. I don't disagree. It made him vomit, this book. 3 stars, bah!The problem may, of course, rather be that I don't understand Surrealism. The extravagant expressi [...]

    • Amorfna says:

      Za početak, imam problem – ne znam odakle krenuti i kako sve upakovati.Moravagine je bizarna, surealna, road trip na steroidima Pandorina kutija književnosti. Priča o Moravagineu ( smrt vagini i smrt od vagine,srž glavnog lika sažeta u sopstvenom imenu) , psihopati, ličnosti koja je spoj svih vaših strahova, i njegovom psihijatru ( na neki način)koji mu u jednom trenutku, fasciniran njime, pomaže da pobegne iz mentalne ustanove u kojoj je smešten te zajedno kreću u pokor sveta. To b [...]

    • Rhys says:

      This book has made a strong impression on me. At first I thought it was going to be another French surrealist black fantasy, like Maldoror or The Torture Garden or Story of the Eye. And partly this is true: it's an episodic account of a madman called Moravagine (his name is an indication of his misogynistic purpose in life) released from an insane asylum by the doctor who is treating him, as part of a bizarre and unorthodox experiment.The amoral pair travel around the world getting into various [...]

    • Justin Evans says:

      A perfect "I'd rather talk about it than read it" book, which brings home to me once and for all how impossible it is to remain 'shocking' as history pro/regresses--like Celine, in that respect. And once the shockingness is gone, there's not a whole lot left to keep this thing together, unfortunately. It does have, however, the greatest title in literature, and really, really does make a great conversation topic. We have our 'hero,' Moravagine, and his Robin, 'Dr. Science.' Voila: the two main t [...]

    • Amy says:

      The story starts out so promising. We meet Moravagine in a mental institute, all of 4'11", monstrous, born of a dead womb, and jacking off into a fish bowl. He's gruesome, yet somehow likable despite his misogyny, sexual assaults, murders, and impregnation of one woman that leads to her suicide. I was fine with all of that.What bothered me was the pacing. The story gets far too plot-driven and I found myself wishing that the main characters would just stay put instead of bouncing around the far [...]

    • Jon Cone says:

      Here is Henry Miller: "There were times when reading Cendrars -- and this is something which happens to me rarely -- that I put the book down in order to wring my hands with joy or despair, with anguish or with desperation."

    • Mark Broadhead says:

      Not my thing: picaresque (in the style of Candide), angry (in the style of Celine), characterless (in the style of too many second-rate authors), etc.

    • Lesley says:

      Paul le Farge points out in his learned introduction to the nyrb edition of this tremendous novel that, as Blaise Cendrars is the alter ego of the author, Federic Sauser, so is Moravagine Blaise Cendrars' alter ego. 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. His forehead is low. His ey [...]

    • Paul says:

      What to say about this. I know it is highly rated as a modernist classic; and make no mistake it is very inventive with some fantastical scenes and stories. Many reviews I have seen rave about it and compare it to Burroughs' Naked Lunch. Even Henry Miller loved it. I can understand all that and I know it careers through the early twentieth century taking apart many sacred cows and exposing much hypocrisy. However I did not like it. The title sets the tone; Moravagine means Death to (or by) vagin [...]

    • Troy says:

      Another favorite I read in 2008. Moravagine is based on Fantomas, which is yet another favorite I read in 2008. It follows a sociopathic cripple and his enabler who is the author of book (and named Cendrars). It's a crazed romp throughout Europe, Mexico and Russia - all the 'hot spots' of the turn of the century - all the spots filled with blood and change. 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.

    • Mike says:

      An excellent mix of pulp adventure writing with the weight of the better early 20th century existential literature, sort of Dashiel Hammett combined with Celine if that means anything. It's as funny a book as I've read about staring into a black, meaningless void and realizing that human beings are totally depraved animals. Recommended.

    • James says:

      Where do I begin? With the deranged doctor or the blue Indians? But how can I forget the orang-outang? We meet these characters in the second half of the book after reading about Moravagine escaping from a nightmarish boyhood and a strange castle in the earlier parts of the ersatz memoirs.What we have with Moravagine (1926) by Blaise Cendrars is a novel that is difficult to summarize and, while written in the era of modern novels, seems almost post-modern in its organization. That is a structure [...]

    • J.M. Hushour says:

      This novel has one of those back-cover blurb singularities that just suck your ass into buying it because, hey, let's be frank, who wouldn't want to read a book about a mutant, a monster named Moravagine (which could be translated as "death vagina" or "death to vagina") who cuts an insane swath of anarchy, murder, and sex across the world in the decade before Dubya Dubya One. Fuck, they even compare it to "Naked Lunch"! The comparison is unfair. Burroughs work, though sheer senseless anti-prose, [...]

    • Booklovinglady says:

      To me, Moravagine lacks in credibility of both its main character(s) and its story. And yes, I’m aware that it was undoubtedly not Blaise Cendrars' aim to write a book with credible characters. But it bothered me, to such an extent even that I wondered whether or not Moravagine actually existed (and again, yes, I’m aware it is a fictional story) or that he only existed in the mind of the person named ‘Raymond la Science’ (what's in a name). It was hard for me to ignore the possibility th [...]

    • Dan says:

      one literary niche i've gravitated to over the years might be described as "amoral french literature." this book is one of the more fast-paced, entertaining entries into that category. on the one hand, it's more exciting than books like lautremont and the immoralist - neither of which did much for me - and it lacks the pseudo-aristocratic baloney of someone like j.k. huysmans. it's thematically closer in spirit to louis-ferdinand celine, with the same affection for reprehensible busybodies teari [...]

    • Stephen says:

      How utterly perplexing! By rights I should have loved this book. Consider:- it's written by a Frenchman (the French are my favorite writers) - it's about a criminally insane maniac who disembowels women - said criminally insane maniac's name which gives the book it's title roughly translates to "death by vagina" (or "death to the vagina," depending on who you ask)- a book jacket blurb likens this novel to one of my all-time favorites, Naked Lunch- the cover art is a piece by Odilon Redon, entitl [...]

    • Jeff says:

      This didn't work. Too much wheel-spinning, un-compelling digressions don't get me wrong, I like a good digression here and there. In fact, the very good book The Rings of Saturn is basically one big digression.The cover propaganda claims this book is like Naked Lunch but it's not like Naked Lunch at all.Maybe I'm not being fair. It's the holiday season, a rough time to try to focus on a book. In fact, I think I've had a rocky year reading-wise. I'm sorry.

    • lisa_emily says:

      Not as sadistic and violent as I was led to believe it would be. It was more like a buddy-adventure tale. At time is was silly and unbelievable, but it had a element of entertainment- travels from revolutionary Russian to the Wild West. Plus, it had the best description of love as madness- which it often is.

    • Bryan says:

      You make me laugh with your metaphysical anguish, it's just that you're scared silly, frightened of life, of men of action, of action itself, of lack of order. But everything is disorder, dear boy. Vegetable, mineral and animal, all disorder and so is the multitude of human races, the life of man, thought, history, wars, inventions, business and the arts, and all theories, passions and systems. It's always been that way. Why are you trying to make something out of it? And what will you make? Wha [...]

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