A fun and whimsical story about the self-duplicity of young love when face to face with plausibly deniable whorishness.
A fun and whimsical story about the self-duplicity of young love when face to face with plausibly deniable whorishness.
This is the first and likely only work I will ever read by Abbé Prévost, a French author who has since vanished into obscurity. My edition, which was translated by L. W. Tancock, features an introduction (written also by Tancock) that delves into the fascinating life of this on-again, off-again man of God and the internal war he waged between virtue and chasing them hoes. Definitely an autobiographical element to this one.
I know this more through the Hepburn/O'Toole movie, which you should watch rather than read, but still I'll read my copy after I watch the movie ev...
It reads like a very long, very one-sided conversation with somebody you come to understand is insane but only after the point where you want to kn...
If you've read any amount of history on mind control or MKULTRA I don't think much in this book will be novel to you. I want to say this would be a...
