I Spit on Your Graves
Boris Vian
Language: English
Pages: 84
ISBN: B015VATYX2
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Published in Paris in 1946 as a hardboiled thriller loaded with sex and blood, allegedly censored in the US and "translated" into French--I Spit On Your Graves was both a pure mystification and direct home to American literature and movies. More deeply, it was a violent attack on racism by a jazz fan who had already befriended many black musicians and was to become the closest French friend of Ellington, Davis, and Parker. Find out why this young author outstripped sales of Malraux, Camus, Sartre, and de Beauvoir when it appeared in France...and continues to scandalize today.
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here in town." "You'd see me if you came to Prixville." "Then I think I'll have to make my home in Prixville. " I had hesitated before speaking so bluntly. I didn't want to go too fast, but you could never tell with women. You've got to take a chance. It didn't seem to bother her. She smiled a little, but her eyes were still cold. "Even then you wouldn't necessarily see -39- Boris Vian me. " "I suppose all your admirers keep you hidden." I was certainly going at it too crudely. I don't usually
Boris Vian "I'm beginning to understand just what kind of a crowd this is, Lee Anderson, and what kind of people you are." "Lou, I swear that I didn't touch your sister except to sober her up. " "You're lying. Didn't you see the way she looked at you when she came down again?" "Well, I'll be . . . ! Sound so as though you're jealous ." She looked at me with stupefaction . "Well ! And just who and what do you think you are ! " "Do you think that I ' d still want t o d o something t o you if I h
should be any harder to - 74- I Spit on Your Graves lay them than either Judy or Jicky," I said. "Is that all you're after, Lee?" "Just that!" "Well all I can say is you'd better look out. I don't know just what you did to Jean, but talking with her just about five minutes on the phone, she managed to mention your name at least four times. " "Well, I guess I made quite a n impres sion on her." "They're not the kind of girls you can lay unless you marry them. At least I think they're like
that. You know, Lee, I've known the family for all of ten years." "Well then, I guess I can call n1yself lucky,' I replied, "because I don't expect to marry both of them and I can tell you right now that I expect to lay both of them." Dexter didn't say another word, but just looked at me. I wondered if Judy had told him about our business at Jicky's house, or didn't he know a thing. I felt that he was quite capa ble of guessing lots of things you didn't tell him and didn't want him to know.
yourselves?" "Do you take us for some little dopes," said Jicky. And a clod of dry earth hit me on the neck. "If you don't behave right, I won't give you any more milk", and I patted my pocket to make sure they understood. "Oh, don't get mad, nice old blues singer, " she said. "How about showing us what you can do." "How about the trunks?" I asked Dick. "You won't need any," he said. "Nobody ever comes here." I turned around. Judy had already -23- Boris Vian taken off her s\veatshirt . She