Nana"Nana" is a realistic novel written in spontaneous style. As the story begins we meet the protagonist Nana, a prostitute. The novel focusses on the behaviour of the wealthy and elite of Paris at a time when France was world renowned as the centre of adult entertainment. Zola has successfully captured the corruption of the high-class French in the mid-1800s. Engrossing! |
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The Blonde Venus will be the event of the year. People have been talking about it for six months. Oh, such music, my dear boy! Such a sly dog, Bordenave! He knows his business and has kept this for the exhibition season.
The Blonde Venus will be the event of the year. People have been talking about it for six months. Oh, such music, my dear boy! Such a sly dog, Bordenave! He knows his business and has kept this for the exhibition season.
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Nana is an invention of Bordenave's! It must be a fine one!” He calmed himself, but the emptiness of the house, the dim light of the luster, the churchlike sense of self-absorption which the place inspired, full as it was of whispering ...
Nana is an invention of Bordenave's! It must be a fine one!” He calmed himself, but the emptiness of the house, the dim light of the luster, the churchlike sense of self-absorption which the place inspired, full as it was of whispering ...
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“There's Bordenave,” said Fauchery as he came down the stairs. But the manager had already seen him. “Ah, ah! You're a nice fellow!” he shouted at him from a distance. “That's the way you give me a notice, is it?
“There's Bordenave,” said Fauchery as he came down the stairs. But the manager had already seen him. “Ah, ah! You're a nice fellow!” he shouted at him from a distance. “That's the way you give me a notice, is it?
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Bordenave interrupted him with a savage phrase, as becomes a man who dotes on frank situations. “Call it my brothel!” At this Fauchery laughed approvingly, while La Faloise stopped with his pretty speech strangled in his throat, ...
Bordenave interrupted him with a savage phrase, as becomes a man who dotes on frank situations. “Call it my brothel!” At this Fauchery laughed approvingly, while La Faloise stopped with his pretty speech strangled in his throat, ...
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“Call it my brothel,” Bordenave again interpolated with the frigid obstinacy of a man convinced. Meanwhile Fauchery, with extreme calmness, was looking at the women as they came in. He went to his cousin's rescue when he saw him all at ...
“Call it my brothel,” Bordenave again interpolated with the frigid obstinacy of a man convinced. Meanwhile Fauchery, with extreme calmness, was looking at the women as they came in. He went to his cousin's rescue when he saw him all at ...
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Nana
معاينة المستخدمين - Not Available - Book VerdictThis rather risque novel--for 1880 that is--tells the story of ruthless protagonist Nana's rise from the gutter to the height of Parisian society. The book's heavy allusion to sexual favors caused it to be denounced as pornography upon publication, which, of course, made it a big hit. قراءة التقييم بأكمله
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amid answer appeared arms asked became began Bordenave called close coming continued corner count Count Muffat countess cried Daguenet dear door drawing room dressing expression eyes face Faloise Fauchery feeling felt followed front gave gentlemen Georges girl give glass grew hands head Highness It's kiss knew ladies laughing leave light looked Lucy Madame Marquis matter Mignon Muffat murmured Nana Nana's never night once Paris passage passed play present prince question replied returned Rose round seats seemed shoulders shouted side silence Simonne sitting smile sound stage standing Steiner stood suddenly surprise taken talking tell theater things thought told took turned Vandeuvres Venus voice waiting walked wanted whole window woman women young
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الصفحة 20 - ... roams at eventide." From the second verse onward people looked at each other all over the house. Was this some jest, some wager on Bordenave's part? Never had a more tuneless voice been heard or one managed with less art. Her manager judged of her excellently; she certainly sang like a squirt. Nay, more, she didn't even know how to deport herself on the stage: she thrust her arms in front of her while she swayed her whole body to and fro in a manner which struck the audience as unbecoming and...
الصفحة 291 - He saw the ruin brought about by this kind of " leaven " — himself poisoned, his family destroyed, a bit of the social fabric cracking and crumbling. And, unable to take his eyes from the sight, he sat looking fixedly at her, striving to inspire himself with loathing for her nakedness. Nana no longer moved. With an arm behind her neck, one hand clasped in the other, and her elbows far apart, she was throwing back her head, so that he could see a fore-shortened reflection of her half-closed eyes,...
الصفحة 1 - CHAPTER I AT nine o'clock in the evening the body of the house at the Theatre des Varietes was still all but empty. A few individuals, it is true, were sitting quietly waiting in the balcony and stalls, but these were lost, as it were, among the ranges of seats whose coverings of cardinal velvet loomed in the subdued light of the dimly-burning lustre.
الصفحة 84 - Foucarmont; you'll spoil all your pleasures that way." And he returned to the ladies with a laugh. Last scion of a great family, of feminine manners and witty tongue, he was at that time running through a fortune with a rage of life and appetite which nothing could appease.
الصفحة 98 - ... corners. The Count Muffat attracted to the house a series of functionaries, distinguished by the immaculate personal appearance which was at that time required of the men at the Tuileries. Among others there was the chief clerk, who still sat solitary in the middle of the room, with his closely-shorn cheeks, his vacant glance, and his coat so tight of fit that he could scarce venture to move. Almost all the young men and certain individuals with distinguished aristocratic manners were the Marquis...
الصفحة 7 - It had ended by his deciding to print the names of the two actresses in the same-sized type. But it wouldn't do to bother him. Whenever any of his little women, as he called them - Simonne or Clarisse, for instance wouldn't go the way he wanted her to he just up with his foot and caught her one in the rear. Otherwise life was impossible. Oh yes, he sold 'em; HE knew what they fetched, the wenches! "Tut!
الصفحة 98 - Madame du Joncquoy, besides four or five old gentlemen, who sat motionless in corners. The Count Muffat attracted to the house a series of functionaries, distinguished by the immaculate personal appearance which was at that time required of the men at the Tuileries. Among others there was the chief clerk, who still sat solitary in the middle of the room, with his closely-shorn cheeks, his vacant glance, and his coat so tight of fit that he could scarce venture to move. Almost all the young men and...
الصفحة 292 - Muffat's eyes followed this tender profile and marked how the outlines of the fair flesh vanished in golden gleams and how its rounded contours shone like silk in the candlelight. He thought of his old dread of Woman, of the Beast of the Scriptures, at once lewd and wild. Nana was all covered with fine hair; a russet...
الصفحة 105 - He mixed with the various groups, said something confidential to everyone, and walked away again with a sly wink and a secret signal or two. It looked as though he were giving out a watchword in that easy way of his. The news went round, the place of meeting was announced, while the ladies' sentimental dissertations on music served to conceal the small feverish rumour of these recruiting operations.
الصفحة 113 - Nana's very mole, down to the color of the hair. He could not refrain from whispering something about it in Vandeuvres's ear. Gad, it was true; the other had never noticed it before. And both men continued this comparison of Nana and the countess. They discovered a vague resemblance about the chin and the mouth, but the eyes were not at all alike.
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| العنوان | Nana |
| المؤلف | Émile Zola |
| الناشر | ReadHowYouWant.com, 2006 |
| رقم ISBN (الرقم الدولي المعياري للكتاب) | 1425047459, 9781425047450 |
| عدد الصفحات | 328 من الصفحات |
| تصدير الاقتباس | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |