Therein lies the major problem with Story of the Eye. I could assure you that I am actually a pretty wanton lass and a great consumer of porn, but it won't matter to people who dug this book. If I didn't dig it (which I didn't), I must be either: A masterpiece of transgressive, surrealist erotica, George Bataille's Story of the Eye was the Fifty Shades of Grey of its era. This Penguin Modern Classics edition is translated by Joachim Neugroschal, and published with essays by Susan Sontag and Roland Barthes. In Simone's hairy vagina, I saw the wan blue eye of Marcelle, gazing at me through tears of urine. Streaks of come in the steaming hair helped give that dreamy vision a disastrous sadness. I held the thighs open while Simone was convulsed by the urinary spasm, and the burning urine streamed out from under the eye down to the thighs below… To complete this survey of the high summits of my personal obscenity, I must add a final connection I made in regard to Marcelle. It was one of the most disconcerting, and I did not arrive at it until the very end. It is impossible for me to say positively that Marcelle is basically identical with my mother. Such a statement would actually be, if not false, then at least exaggerated. Alba spent much time with the blind soprano Jessica Bachicha to learn about how blind people lived, used the white cane, read Braille, etc.

While mildly amusing at times for its sheer outrageousness, this comes across as a rather pointless exercise, painfully juvenile even. Not much there in terms of substance. It feels more of a prelude to a larger work, ending doesn’t satisfy at all. Of all literary genres, surely you’d not be unreasonable in expecting a piece of pornography to at the very least furnish a big finish.” Book Genre: 20th Century, Adult Fiction, Classics, Cultural, Erotica, European Literature, Fiction, France, French Literature, Horror, Literature, Novels, Philosophy these are not spoilers. dear reader, you are dealing with abstractions. abstractions cannot be spoiled. you can look at them and your eye will see what it wants to see. However, I think that Bataille found a source of innocence, wonder, amazement and exaltation in something as simple as the sex between the narrator and Simone (no matter how depraved it became as these minors ventured further into the adult institutions of society).I must admit this reading has left me more disturbed than the first one. This was due, perhaps, to the the slower, more academical approach I took this time around. While I have developed a better understanding of the literary techniques used in this book and could appreciate the author's approach, the unconditional depictions of sexual acts I cannot understand or relate to made this experience more bothersome. they thrust their sabers into the bull. they make an opening, more than one. the bull is enraged, engorged. colored pieces of cloth turn a blood sport into a swirling dance of death. and other cliches. the bullfighter's stiff steel finishes the dance; he makes a bloody cleft into living tissue. the crowd roars. what are they seeing? is this debasement, transgression, an atrocity, a holy thing? eye do not know. but i don't like it. This American remake follows Naina, a Hindi movie released in 2005, that is also based on the Pang Brothers' film. [ citation needed] Filming [ edit ]

The first chapter is "The Cat’s Eye“. In it, the 16 year old narrator and Simone first see each other and fall in lust: you read the book but it is not a book, not really. it is a thesis. what is its purpose? to lay bare the world, i suppose. each act, each object, each symbol and metaphor... open to your own interpretation. come one, come all! cum! cum! cum! yawn. i know the world already. eye am a camera. Access-restricted-item true Ace_number 3532.01 Addeddate 2015-05-26 17:00:39.018165 Bookplateleaf 0010 Boxid IA1157406 City San Francisco Donor In the movie Weekend Corrine, the female lead, recounts an orgy she participated in, many of the details of which are derived from the first two chapters of Story of the Eye. [3] This is an extremely un-sexy story to read and it fascinated and disturbed me in equal measure. *swallows*Eye sea what you did there) θα πω ότι σαν ιστορία ήταν τρελή αλλά την απόλαυσα ξέροντας ότι αυτά που διάβασα δεν είναι ρεαλισμός. Recently I have been thinking, why would people always think about leather, whip, D&S and women being tied up when they think about sexual deviancy? We had abandoned the real world, the one made up solely of dressed people, and the time elapsed since then was already so remote as to seem almost beyond reach. Our personal hallucination now developed as boundlessly as perhaps the total nightmare of human society, for instance, with earth, sky, and atmosphere. The problem with "pornography" as literature or art, or even as comedy, is that any criticism one raises to it will be seen by its advocates as prudery, whether that is the case or not.