By D. M. Thomas
It's a dream of electrifying eroticism and inexplicable violence, stated via a tender girl to her analyst, Sigmund Freud. it's a frightening but limited narrative of the Holocaust. it's a searing imaginative and prescient of the injuries of our century, and an try to heal them. Interweaving poetry and case historical past, delusion and ancient truth-telling, The White resort is a contemporary vintage of putting up with emotional strength that makes an attempt not anything lower than to reconcile the inspiration of person future with that of historic destiny.
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While the men applauded· loudly, the women stared with folded hands. On the outskirts of the crowd Jancsi heard the applause and some of the remarks. He tiptoed from behind the wagon where he had hidden, trying to get a view of Paprika but the crowd was too dense. So he climbed cautiously to the wagon roof, keeping out of sight, while he lay on his stomach watching·jealously. The "Pig Band" was assembling. Csutor Ignac, Stanko, Bela, the blind girl Gaya, and the others with their bashadis, their cimbaloms and cobzas.
They fought for them like wildcats. And Zof.. tan had to crack the karikaJ over their heads to remind them the game was over. From the direction of the wood Paprika appeared. " He looked at her suspiciously. "I called till I was hoarse. " 54 "I had. nose bleed," she answered readily. " "All right. Get to work. " With a smile and a nod to show she understood, Paprika stepped out and faced the crowd. Well conscious of her attractiOn for men, she looked at the clustered peasants from beneath her half-closed lids and smiled provokingly as she flexed her body.
Pa1xika danced with more and more abandon-her white body swirled and twisted in orgiastic poses. The men, heated with wine, crushed the women's hands in theirs and sq_ueezed their breasts. And on the roof of the wagon Jancsi latd his face in his arms and wept. Now other youngsters joined the dance with Paprika. Soon there were a dozen naked boys and girls madly dancing. Wine jugs were tilted, naked bodies leaped high, embraced each other in midair and came down together with whoops and yells; only to break away and with their nude, inviting bodies woo and win again in simulated dalliance, till the scene was like a Witches' Sabbath.
The White Hotel by D. M. Thomas