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Georges Bataille was a French poet, novelist, and philosopher. His father was already blind and paralyzed from syphilis when Bataille was born. In , Bataille's father died, his mind destroyed by his illness. The death marked his son for life. While working at the Bibliotheque National in Paris during the s, Bataille underwent psychoanalysis and became involved with some of the intellectuals in the Surrealist movement, from whom he learned the concept of incongruous imagery in art.

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Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. Want to Read saving…. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Other editions. Enlarge cover. Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Open Preview See a Problem? Details if other :. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Yukio Mishima. Ken Hollings. My Mother is a unique bildungsroman of a young man's sexual initiation and corruption by his mother. They present a world of sensation in which only the vaulting demands of disruptive e My Mother is a unique bildungsroman of a young man's sexual initiation and corruption by his mother.

They present a world of sensation in which only the vaulting demands of disruptive excess and the anguish of heightened awareness can combat the stultifying world of reason and social order. Each of the narratives contains a sense of intoxication and insanity so carefully delineated by the author that it seems to infect the reader. Philosopher, novelist and critic, Georges Bataille is a major figure in twentieth-century literature whose startling and original ideas increasingly exert a vital influence on the shaping of thought, language and experience.

Best known outside France for the vertiginous sexual delirium of his short novel, Story of the Eye , the vast scope of Bataille's interests and intellect made him a major force in many spheres. Bataille's essays range over such diverse topics as economics, psychoanalysis, Marxism, yoga and anthropology. His critical essays, Literature and Evil and his complex meditations on the dark coupling of sex and death, Eroticism , are both available from Marion Boyars. Get A Copy.

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Lists with This Book. This book is not yet featured on Listopia. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 3. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Second Bataille book I've read this week, and although I didn't find it as good as Blue of Noon, it did come with a fascinating Yukio Mishima introductory essay, who sights Bataille as one of only three western writers he ever truly admired. Of the three pieces here, the novella 'My Mother' which remained unfinished was by far the longest and most deeply psychological piece, thus for me, the best.

Erotic obsession dominates in the short 'Madame Edwarda', while a young woman's debauched excess a Second Bataille book I've read this week, and although I didn't find it as good as Blue of Noon, it did come with a fascinating Yukio Mishima introductory essay, who sights Bataille as one of only three western writers he ever truly admired.

Erotic obsession dominates in the short 'Madame Edwarda', while a young woman's debauched excess after returning from the deathbed of a friend is the focal point in 'The Dead Man'. View 1 comment. Sep 05, Mariel rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: I'm a lovely sight. In this lifeless world what else was there for me to do but forget the searing light whose glare had blinded me when I had felt my mother in my arms?

But I already knew that it was not going to be forgotten, ever. Grunting copulation, squealing pigs meat house. Everybody cries when baby is born. His mother gets further away as the father is further away. Death is over or the sweaty affairs. Don't walk away when I am oozing pain lik In this lifeless world what else was there for me to do but forget the searing light whose glare had blinded me when I had felt my mother in my arms?

Don't walk away when I am oozing pain like slow motion wife snails. Widow's weeds and lofty words closer to God or Hell trail from her posing like choking on old women's cigarettes. Mother and son have each other.

She never shuts up. I will never believe you anyway so choose sides of my mythic head. I love you and I hate you. A script returns him to the womb of humiliation. She talks so much. The words steal from other truths, scabbing over knees in scrawl. A bird's nest won't fly. If he knows her filth and only then. I can't see the secret world infrared in the funhouse of love triangles, thin lines and hate, the pentagons and sharp edges of squares. I know she will cut you, bitch.

He talks too much too. He lives by her words. I don't find much less erotic than stand right here, I got this itch in my mind. Get in front of my smoke vision, if you could just.

Like that possession. His mother sets him up with her laughing friends. Everybody laughs from dark knowledge and the skin crawling gives him his days. I didn't care about the super rich and super beautiful let's have sex all of the time every day Hansi. Her "maid", her schoolgirl friend, does not make Hansi more beautiful in her worship. Doesn't add another dimension to her room. Her stand right there, just like that, I have this want to happen bent.

Hansi doesn't want to have them crawl for her and her boyfriend and girlfriend live in plots. She's almost a real person, resist the script, but then her bubble of gilded fades her away for me again. She couldn't be real, this escape from his mother's will.

I don't believe him when she is his something to lose. She was there to role play he had something to lose so that it would feel the thrill of dream come true when his mother's laughter is Beetlejuiced enough to be flesh. I don't feel the shock in it was his mother. Some people have mothers who love and care for them. Some don't. It doesn't help saying that, though. It is enough to make "my mother" as a ceiling a crumble and left overs.

There's a past knowledge that is just meaningless sick. I still feel sick remembering when my mother publicly humiliated little kid me by bringing up baby body exploration in front of other people. I won't forget the knowledge and the judgement, the can't make her shut up deriding laughter. There's a womb mold you can't break. The origins of the dream were powerful as much as I cannot abide the revisiting the scene of the crime let's make it a sex game.

Behind the first time high he isn't going to get back is the first time he is dirty kneed in the altar of his father's forbidden photographs. A look in a victim's eye. Was it a stage that steals the prey's death in the jaws that never dies. Don't let it be true, don't make me like her. He had already lost his way in the laughter and this is a haunting of a decision that will not be spontaneous, not this time.

Every rebirth is more dead meat. Madame Edwarda went on ahead of me, raised up until the very clouds The room's noisy unheeding of her happiness, of the measured gravity of her step, was royal consecration and triumphal holiday: death itself was guest at the feast, was there in what whorehouse nudity terms the pig-sticker's stab.

Her pink and hairy crack. She calls herself God. Under the void sky, the roving eyes of public world in world.

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His writing, which included essays, novels, and poetry, explored such subjects as erotism , mysticism , surrealism , and transgression. His work would prove influential on subsequent schools of philosophy and social theory , including poststructuralism. Georges Bataille was the son of Joseph-Aristide Bataille b. Born on 10 September in Billom in the region of Auvergne , his family moved to Reims in , where he was baptized.

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My Mother; Madame Edwarda; And, the Dead Man

Georges Bataille. In these three works of erotic prose Georges Bataille fuses sex and spirituality in a highly personal and philosophical vision of the self. My Mother is a frank and intense depiction of a young man's sexual initiation and corruption by his mother, where the profane becomes sacred, and intense experience is shown as the only way to transcend the boundaries of society and morality. Madame Edwarda is the story of a prostitute who calls herself God, and The Dead Man, published in after Bataille's death, is a startling short tale of cruelty and desire. This volume also contains Bataille's own introductions to his texts as well as essays by Yukio Mishima and Ken Hollings.

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