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...with wonderful pride that he works there as a "holy water carrier." He sees two Muslim men, their bodies blackened with soot, dancing at midday on a deserted street of a small village. Driving along a highway he stops to film vultures stripping a dead water buffalo of its flesh, burrowing into its eyes and mouth. His images of vitality alternately excite and disgust...
...Under no circumstances would I put down in any way the gallant and courageous returned prisoners [March 19]. The contrast, however, between our happy and apparently healthy P.O.W.s, and the "grotesque sculptures of scarred flesh and gnarled limbs" who have been "politically re-educated" by Mr. Thieu, might make one more prayer of thanksgiving seem in order: "Dear God, thank you for allowing me to be captured by the enemy, and not by the friends I was sent to fight...
...baksheesh and swam back with coins between their teeth. Stray cows poked their noses into ruins that Du Camp was conscientiously measuring. It was fun to discuss theology with prelates of obscure religions, or the technique of the bastinado with corrupt judges (it takes three months for the flesh of the rump to heal after 500 blows; feet never heal at all). Indiscriminate sex was even greater fun for the young men, though the reader may be slightly bemused by the amount of it included in the book. Flaubert's fleshly encounters-totally devoid of personal communication-satisfied...
...pointed, pitiless observer of reality whose ambition was to clear away the vapors of the romantic novel in the cold clear rays of le mot juste. Here he is, describing a dancing girl named Kuchuk as she begins her writhings: "A tall splendid creature . . . When she bends, her flesh ripples into bronze ridges . . . heavy shoulders, full apple-shaped breasts . . . She has one upper incisor, right, which is beginning...
...into the corpse. The result is a fast-moving, mildly absorbing but less than illuminating afternoon of light reading. No new light is shed on the matter, and the narrative shares the traits of its subject to a fault. Absence of mind may be appealing enough in the intoxicated flesh. But mindless prose about mindless protagonists, mindlessly cavorting in and out of bed from Cambridge to California, on this, that and and the other variant of a chemical lobotomy is next-of-kin to sheer trash...