Cocaine Nights
Autor J. G. Ballarden Limba Engleză Paperback – sep 1997
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780006550648
ISBN-10: 0006550649
Pagini: 352
Dimensiuni: 132 x 200 x 34 mm
Greutate: 0.25 kg
Editura: HarperCollins Publishers
Locul publicării:United Kingdom
ISBN-10: 0006550649
Pagini: 352
Dimensiuni: 132 x 200 x 34 mm
Greutate: 0.25 kg
Editura: HarperCollins Publishers
Locul publicării:United Kingdom
Recenzii
"What infuses Cocaine Nights is a curious blend of deadpan detachment and almost comical self-consciousness." —The New York Times Book Review
"A bristling thriller pastiche." —Kirkus Reviews
“A bit of metaphysical terrorism as carefully planned and executed as [a] fatal blaze." —Washington Post
"[Ballard's] bleak picture of trouble in paradise has the ring of truth." —Publishers Weekly
“Cocaine Nights comes at you like a conventional 'all-is-not-as-it-seems' whodunit. But all is not as it seems. Under the light crust of gentility lies a familiar Ballard landscape of sociopathic violence, transgressive sex and the inevitable pornographic web that lies in between . . . There is nothing quite like a J. G. Ballard novel.” —The Guardian
"A bristling thriller pastiche." —Kirkus Reviews
“A bit of metaphysical terrorism as carefully planned and executed as [a] fatal blaze." —Washington Post
"[Ballard's] bleak picture of trouble in paradise has the ring of truth." —Publishers Weekly
“Cocaine Nights comes at you like a conventional 'all-is-not-as-it-seems' whodunit. But all is not as it seems. Under the light crust of gentility lies a familiar Ballard landscape of sociopathic violence, transgressive sex and the inevitable pornographic web that lies in between . . . There is nothing quite like a J. G. Ballard novel.” —The Guardian