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  <name><![CDATA[Boris Vian]]></name>
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  <about><![CDATA[Boris Vian  was a French polymath: writer, poet, musician, singer, translator, critic, actor, inventor and engineer. He is best remembered for novels such as L’Écume des jours and L'Arrache-cœur (translated into English as Froth on the Daydream and Heartsnatcher, respectively). He is also known for highly controversial &quot;criminal&quot; fiction released under the pseudonym Vernon Sullivan and some of his songs (particularly the anti-war Le Déserteur). Vian was also fascinated with jazz: he served as liaison for, among others, Duke Ellington and Miles Davis in Paris, wrote for several French jazz-reviews (Le Jazz Hot, Paris Jazz) and published numerous articles dealing with jazz both in the United States and in France.]]></about>
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  <hometown>Ville D’Avray</hometown>
  <born_at>1920/03/10</born_at>
  <died_at>1959/06/23</died_at>
  
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  <id type="integer">141828</id>
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    <![CDATA[L'écume des jours]]>
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    <![CDATA[Chick, Alise, Chloé et Colin passent leur temps à dire des choses rigolotes, à écouter Duke Ellington et à patiner. Dans ce monde où les pianos sont des mélangeurs à cocktails, la réalité semble ne pas avoir de prise. On se marie à l'église comme on va à la fête foraine et on ignore le travail, qui se réduit à une usine monstrueuse faisant tache sur le paysage.  <p>Pied de nez aux conventions romanesques et à la morale commune, <em>L'Ecume des jours</em> est un délice verbal et un festin poétique. Jeux de mots, néologismes, décalages incongrus... Vian surenchérit sans cesse, faisant naître comme un vertige chez le lecteur hébété, qui sourit quand il peut. Mais le véritable malaise vient d'ailleurs : ces adolescents éternels à la sensibilité exacerbée constituent des victimes de choix. L'obsession consumériste de Chick, née d'une idolâtrie frénétique pour un certain Jean-Sol Partre, semble vouloir dire que le bonheur ne saurait durer. En effet, l'asphyxie gagne du terrain, et l'on assiste avec effroi au rétrécissement inexorable des appartements. On en veut presque à Vian d'être aussi lucide et de ne pas s'être contenté d'une expérience ludique sur fond de roman d'amour. <em>--Sana Tang-Léopold Wauters</em> </p>]]>
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  </authors>  <published>1947</published>
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    <![CDATA[I Spit on Your Graves]]>
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    <![CDATA[Published in Paris in 1946 as a hardboiled thriller loaded with sex and blood, allegedly censored in the US and &quot;translated&quot; into French--<em>I Spit On Your Graves</em> was both a pure mystification and direct home to American literature and movies. More deeply, it was a violent attack on racism by a jazz fan who had already befriended many black musicians and was to become the closest French friend of Ellington, Davis, and Parker. Find out why this young author outstripped sales of Malraux, Camus, Sartre, and de Beauvoir when it appeared in France...and continues to scandalize today.]]>
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  </authors>  <published>1952</published>
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    <![CDATA[Heartsnatcher (French Literature Series (Normal, Ill.).)]]>
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  <average_rating>4.18</average_rating>
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  </authors>  <published>1962</published>
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    <![CDATA[Autumn in Peking]]>
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    <![CDATA[Vian's 1947 novel <em>Autumn in Peking</em> (<em>L'Automne Ã  PÃ©kin</em>) is perhaps Vian's most slapstick work, with an added amount of despair in its exotic recipe for a violent cocktail drink. The story takes place in the imaginary desert called Exopotamie where all the leading characters take part in the building of a train station with tracks that go nowhere. Houses and buildings are destroyed to build this unnecessary structure - and in Vian's world waste not, make not.    Vian, in a mixture of great humor and unequal amount of disgust, introduces various 'eccentric' characters in this 'desert' adventure, such as Anne and Angel who are best friends; and Rochelle who is in love and sleeps with Anne, while Angel is madly in love with her.  Besides the trio there is also Doctor Mangemanche; the archeologist Athanagore Porphyroginite, his aide, Cuivre; and Pipo - all of them in a locality similar to Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland, where there is a tinge of darkness and anything is possible, except for happiness.]]>
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  </authors>  <published>1964</published>
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    <![CDATA[L'Herbe Rouge]]>
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    <![CDATA[Blues for a Black Cat &amp; Other Stories (French Modernist Library Series)]]>
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    <![CDATA[&quot;[This collection] displays Vian's range from gallows humor to verbal fireworks, and happily serves to give visibility to this important writer.&quot;- Publishers Weekly. &quot;Ultimately, Blues for a Black Cat is a collection of moral fables, albeit fables told in a cynical, mocking voice and set in a skewed version of the real world. Under the surface absurdity and verbal play, they offer serious indictments of human weakness and pretensions. Further, they reveal the spiritual emptiness just beneath our civilized facade. Vian's blues are not only for a black cat, but for a society without meaning.&quot;- Manoa. &quot;[Blues for a Black Cat] brings back the nimble Vian in a collection of his short fiction, initially published as Les Fourmis in 1949. The work has the unmistakable flavor of the time and place, Claude Abadie's jazz band, the coded and absurdist messages of rebellion, the wistful fables, verbal riffs and goofy anarchic encounters; the mise-en-scene includes an expiring jazzman who sells his sweat, a cat with a British accent and a piano that mixes a cocktail when &quot;Mood Indigo&quot; is played.&quot;-Boston Globe.  Boris Vian (1920-59), a trained engineer and jazz trumpet player, was a major literary figure in World War II France. Julia Older is the author or editor of many works. Her stories, translations, and poems have appeared in New Directions, the New Yorker, and many other journals.]]>
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    <![CDATA[Et on tuera tous les affreux]]>
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  </authors>  <published>1946</published>
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    <![CDATA[Les Fourmis]]>
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  <average_rating>4.29</average_rating>
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  </authors>  <published>1970</published>
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    <![CDATA[The Dead All Have The Same Skin]]>
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  <average_rating>4.09</average_rating>
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    <![CDATA[TamTam Books is proud (as usual) to announce the publication of Vernon SullivanÂ’s (or better known as Boris Vian) masterpiece of noir-gone berserk Â– <em>The Dead All Have The Same Skin</em> (Les Morts ont tous la Meme Peau).<p>Written one year after the controversial (putting it mildly), <em>I Spit on Your Graves</em>, you think Vian would have known better. But no, he decided to do another violent shocker that is ripped out of today's headlines. This surreal masterpiece of dark writing is about Daniel Parker, a bouncer in a hell-hole somewhere in New York City (Vian, a French man had never been to the States) who is blackmailed by his long lost brother who is black and threatens him to tell the truth about his brother's racial blood. Parker is not going to take that. His life, by that admission, becomes a tipsy topsey, one-way ticket to hell. <p>If that is not enough it also includes a short story by Vian &quot;Dogs, Desire, and Death,&quot; which is an erotic tale of a bad girl, a helpless driver, and the need for destruction and sexual release. And no, not even that is not enough; we have a small essay or more like a rant by Vian regarding the history of his first controversial shocker <em>I Spit on Your Graves</em>. And not only that, but also a thoughtful and informative introduction by Marc Lapprand.</p></p>]]>
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    <![CDATA[Je voudrais pas crever]]>
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  <average_rating>4.38</average_rating>
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    <id>251510</id>
        <name><![CDATA[Noël Arnaud]]></name>
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