My Friends

My Friends

Emmanuel Bove

Language: English

Pages: 150

ISBN: 0856357847

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Victor Baton is a wounded war veteran trying to reestablish his prewar lifestyle but avoid work. Living in a run-down boardinghouse, Baton spends his days searching Paris for the modest comforts of warmth, cheap meals, and friendship, but he finds little. Despite his desperate situation, Baton remains vain and unsympathetic, a Bovian antihero to the core. Bove himself called My Friends, published in France in 1923, a “novel of impoverished solitude.” The book, his first novel, drew praise from such writers as Rilke, Gide, and Beckett and is to this day the author's most celebrated work.

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Movements. 'How absent-minded I am ... I was forgetting . . I held out fifty francs. 'Thank you, Bâton, I'll pay you back next week.' 'Oh ... there's no hurry!' The gas-lights on the staircase had been put out. The mantles were still glowing like embers. At that moment the two lovers must be looking at the bank-note against the light like a photographic plate, to satisfy themselves that it was good. The feeling that I had had a trick played on me set me on edge. Billard had scarcely.

Men were approaching. To hear the clatter of their four feet you would have said that a horse was walking along the pavement. In a few seconds Billard and his companion would be there. I no longer dared to look at the shop window for fear that my eyes might meet those of Billard in the glass. For a moment I thought of turning round with an absent-minded look. But I was afraid this absent- minded look might not seem natural. Besides, Billard would see me. The street was narrow. He would.

Place I should have been much more polite to a benefactor. Luckily for him he was dealing with me. I am broad-minded and charitable. Ingratitude does not prevent me from doing good. 'What is your name?' 'Neveu ... and yours?' Now he was addressing me familiarly. I have noticed that it is better not to be familiar with badly brought up people. They confuse familiarity with friendship. They immediately assume that they are your equal. The gap which separates you disappears. Besides, I my self.

Only one. I took it. I was embarrassed at keeping it in my hand and I did not dare put it in my pocket straight away. 'Come on, put it away, and above all don't lose it. You must buy a second-hand suit. Yours is too big.' 'Very well.' 'And then come and see me in your new suit.' While Monsieur Lacaze was speaking, I was thinking I ought not to have been so quick to take the note. My attitude no longer fitted in with the way I had behaved at the station. 'Come and see me ...' The.

Careful to avoid my eyes. I entertained myself by floating. As the water was getting cold, I jumped out and dried myself—starting with my face—on a towel which got wet as quickly as a handkerchief. When I left the baths I felt so good that I made myself a promise to go back every time I had any money. v It was exactly ten o'clock when I arrived at Monsieur Lacaze's house. I had put on my fine suit again and for the first time that year, I went without an overcoat. I went into the.

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