Buy book one, Traitor Comet! “Bless her,” Justine whispered when Catherine had gone, “she’s so sweet.” She rubbed her eyes. “The cats will have shredded my curtains by tomorrow. That was your brother, wasn’t it? I thought I would faint. Excuse me!” We watched her snatch the nightgown and flee the room after theseContinue reading “From Book 1: Artaud Disturbs People Sometimes”
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From Book 1: Men versus Women, Part One
Buy book one, Traitor Comet! “You’re all right,” Desnos said. “You need something in your stomach, that’s all.” He turned and raised a finger to signal a waiter while I shriveled in embarrassment. When the plate of bread and cheese was set before me I picked up a hunk of bread and held itContinue reading “From Book 1: Men versus Women, Part One”
From Book 1: The Surrealist Research Bureau
Buy book one, Traitor Comet! In a small storefront on the rue de Grenelle where the Surrealist Research Bureau made its headquarters, we sat on hard chairs with about a dozen young men in a cramped room, and were subjected to a long and tedious lecture by the founder of the movement, André Breton. HeContinue reading “From Book 1: The Surrealist Research Bureau”
From Book 2: We are in a Novel
“Do you want to know the truth?” Louis said, suddenly despondent. “I don’t sense the presence of any great mystery. The only reason I’ve blundered into being a painter is that I don’t know what else to do with myself. I’m not religious. I’m not interested in getting married or starting a family. GoodContinue reading “From Book 2: We are in a Novel”
From Book 1 : Funeral
Buy book one, Traitor Comet! “Look,” I said, standing up, “I’m going for a walk. I—I need to think.” My father started to protest again. “This is my life and my problem,” I continued, drowning him out. “Back off!” As I walked out, I caught a glimpse of Franz and Catherine sitting at theContinue reading “From Book 1 : Funeral”
Excerpt from Book 1: Robert Desnos
Buy book one, Traitor Comet! There were voices outside and someone pounded on the door. Desnos answered it and let in a group of five or so friends. Before any introductions could begin more people walked right in, so he left the door open to the warm night air. Some of the people IContinue reading “Excerpt from Book 1: Robert Desnos”
Antonin Artaud and Robert Desnos 