Marie-Claire Blais
Born
in Quebec City, Canada
October 05, 1939
Died
November 30, 2021
Genre
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Une saison dans la vie d'Emmanuel
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published
1965
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39 editions
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Mad Shadows
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published
1959
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24 editions
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These Festive Nights
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published
1995
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4 editions
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Tete Blanche
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published
1969
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10 editions
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Les nuits de l'Underground
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published
1978
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9 editions
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Un corazón habitado por mil voces
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Petites-Cendres ou la capture
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Thunder and Light
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published
2001
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8 editions
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Les Manuscrits de Pauline Archange - Vivre ! Vivre ! - Les Apparences
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published
1976
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2 editions
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Mai at the Predators' Ball (Soifs Cycle, 5)
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published
2010
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9 editions
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“When there is no bread and even when there is we should eat our fill of one another.”
― The Wolf
― The Wolf
“what was it, oh if only this kind of delay wasn’t happening just when Mai, away at college and so far from them, was coming back for a visit, you can never be sure of course, not even sure she was still his daughter, what he did seem to know was the wild sparrow in Madrid, chirping in despair like the chick this morning, endless cries ignored by merchants, standing with cross-armed in front of their shops, and about to sweep it away with the street dust under its golden newborn feathers, when would all this stop drumming in Daniel’s ears like the sparrow he’d left to its fate among the cables of the Madrid station, and this is what we all do without a clue how it leads to our undoing, unknowingly building airports, stations, steel and concrete deserts,”
― Nothing for You Here, Young Man
― Nothing for You Here, Young Man
“Hong Kong, please watch over him, he saw that young man Lazaro in a dream and is convinced he’s a terrorist, always has been, and I should never have let him into the house that day with the tray of seafood I’d ordered; this anxiety gives him abominable, uncontrollable thoughts, but the analyst told me to look at it differently, he said I know the road he’s on, and even if it leads down into the abyss, yawning glaciers, he sees things we don’t, fresh tracks under a starlit night, for him brightly lit, so much so that even in the farthest depths he knows he can’t get lost, and you’ll see he’ll find his way back to us”
― Rebecca, Born in the Maelstrom
― Rebecca, Born in the Maelstrom
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