The main one's Story of the Eye, isn't it? And that collected one, Visions of Excess. You're on about The Solar Anus.
Ive read a bit of erotism (which I thought was the main one) and liked it and plan to return. Pretty readable too. Though I never got past the point where he's just reiterating his thesis that all sex is taboo as it means a letting down of your every day defense mechanisms that protect from physical danger and this is the ultimate connection between sex and death, which I think is agreeable but let's move oni wanna read that main bataille book at some point, the one about the sun
In France, Alain Robbe-Grillet's final novel was sold in shrink-wrap, labeled with a sticker warning readers that this perverse fairy tale might offend certain sensibilities. It tells the story of Gigi, also known as Djinn, who is being schooled by her father to be a perfect slave and mistress. Running the gamut of unacceptable subject matter from incest to torture, this book abounds with vignettes that explore taboos and their representation in fiction, from the Brothers Grimm to the Marquis de Sade. It is titillating and disgusting, the work of a dirty old man or brilliant agent provocateur -- or both
Yes! You just triggered an ancient memory of fire-crackers purchased on school trips to France. Great times.My love of all things French goes back to a trip in first year where we managed to get bangers out a vending machine using 10ps (I think) rather than francs. There was a van which sold us 12 yr olds cans of beer. It was only a short step from there to the novels of Flaubert, Proust and Huysmanns accompanied by Calvados and heavy red wine.
The heart, which is supposed to be the noble part of man, has the same form as the penis, which is the so-called ignoble part of man. There's symbolism in that similarity, because every love which is of the heart soon extends to the organ resembling it. The human imagination, the moment it tries to create artificially animated beings, involuntarily reproduces in them the movements of animals propagating. Look at the machines, the action of the piston and the cylinder; Romeos of steel and Juliets of cast iron. Nor do the loftier expressions of the human intellect get away from the advance and withdrawal copied by the machines. One must bow to nature's law if one is neither impotent nor a saint.