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...Roger Vailland. In the Italian town of Porto Manacore, the main sports seem to be sex and formalized verbal abuse. Author Vailland won France's Prix Goncourt with this slick, cynical and true-ringing novel of small-town hunger-for women, for power, for land and money...
Died. Henri Béraud, 73, French writer, toxic reactionary, anti-democrat, antiMason, anti-Semite, Anglophobe, 1922 winner of the Prix Goncourt for The Martyrdom of the Obese, a novel; on the island of Ile de Ré, France. Author of a 1935 essay entitled Should England Be Reduced to Slavery?* Béraud was a principal contributor to the mixed-up weekly newspaper Gringoire, went right on pouring out his enmity toward both Britain and the Free French-as well as the Nazis -during World War II. Tried after the liberation for collaborating in word if not in deed...
...offshore islands ideal for skin diving and a somnolent landscape of ripening fruit orchards. French Novelist Roger Vailland looks around more sharply, and what he sees is far less pretty In The Law (a Book of the Month Club selection and 1957 winner of France's famed Prix Goncourt), he coolly examines a hand-picked cast of Manacoreans and discovers without surprise that their lives are governed by poverty, cynicism and naked power. A sometime Communist Author Vailland searches out what suits his ideological intent, but The Law also happens to be full of authentic color and pulses steadily...
...Angeles), Author Gary understands this well, has written his story in the idiom of documentary journalism. It is completely successful-one of the best narratives to be published in a long time. The Roots of Heaven has won one of France's highest literary awards-the Prix Goncourt -doubtless for the very French way in which it brings politics into the jungle and the jungle into politics...
...brothers Goncourt described Dumas once: "a kind of a giant with the hair of a Negro, the salt beginning to mix with the pepper, and with little blue eyes buried in his flesh like those of a hippopotamus, clear and mischievous; and an enormous moon face, exactly the way the cartoonists loved to draw him . . . You at once the showman of freaks and prodigies, the vendor of wonders; the traveling salesman for the Arabian nights." At all hours of the day and night, Dumas shoveled food into himself as into a coke furnace. Groaning from violent stomach cramps and unable...