Word: sadeness
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...known all over France when she was 18 as the Folle Twistante because of her appearance in a movie with guitar-swacking Johnny Hallyday. But then Svengali Roger Vadim snared her, paled her complexion, and hollowed out her cheeks for his modern-dress version of the Marquis de Sade's Justine, which he called Le Vice et La Vertu. She played Vertu. Catherine presented Vadim with a son, Christian, before he left her for a new Trilby, U.S. Actress Jane Fonda. Catherine holds no grudge against Vadim ("I have my Christian, my Vadim in miniature") and clings...
...Killers, nominally based on a vigorous short story by Ernest Hemingway, seems to borrow most of its inspiration from the Marquís de Sade. In 1946, the Hemingway story triggered a crisp crime thriller starring Burt Lancaster as the willing victim gunned down by hired assassins. The latest version, with John Cassavetes, was designed as a full-length feature for television, then was bucked along to theater exhibitors when NBC decided that its burly blend of sex and brutality might loom rather large on the home screen...
Sacred Bodies. Born into a family of wealthy Jewish diamond merchants, Sachs adopted the complete works of the Marquis de Sade as "the bible of my early youth." Armed with that perverse testament, he descended on Paris intent on a literary career. It was a time, Sachs recalls, when young men like himself sat on bar stools at Le Boeuf sur le Toit eying the great-Picasso, Cocteau, Milhaud, Satie, Radiguet-like "some Chinese under the Empire viewing the Emperor's sacred Body." Sachs got to know most of the sacred bodies. Cocteau gave him some secretarial work...
Beside him, Henry Miller is but a cheerfully smutty college sophomore, Sade a dilettant aristocrat of eccentric habits, Gide a genteel old lady sedately cultivating nightshade in her little kitchen garden...
...Count de Sade, Oh, Count de Sade, How completely demonstratum erat quod! When alive we were debased, Now we're both the height of taste. Absolution Mr. Masoch? No, pollution, Count de Sade...