You don't need another Coca Cola
Or the latest Francis Ford Coppola
You don't need a holiday in Angola
You need this novel by Emile Zola
It's raw like a bad case of ebola
It's atomic like gay enola
Not pretty like a gladiola
Or sweet like a tune from a old victrola
He told the truth like the Ayatollah
He was

White petticoats will never be the same. Cats, too. And card games. . .

Emile, mon cher,
What have you done? Not since Eve has a woman caused as much trouble. Drive a man to commit a murder? That's bad. But the rest? You spill the beans on my sex. You lay us bare as we long to be. You show us in all

What happens when a married woman and her lover conspire to murder her husband so they can be together?

Do they live happily ever after?

Ha! Yeah, right.

A short, easy classic with a touch of smut, a dash of murder, and a couple of repulsive characters who I almost felt sorry for in the end.

پنج ستاره را به متن فارسی کتاب می‌دهم. داستان خود کتاب در حد سه یا چهار ستاره است و به نظرم، برای خوانندة امروزی بیشتر از لحاظ تاریخ ادبیات اهمیت دارد، ولی با این ترجمة فارسی، خواندنش تبدیل می‌شود به لذت مطالعة یک اثر فاخر ادبی، که می‌شود به جای اصل روایت، یا در کنار آن، از اجزایش (زبان، شیوة توصیفا

This is the kind of book you survive, an obstacle course for masochists , the only people who will truly love it, don't get me wrong a very talented writer in his first important novel shows his skill, but he has a tendency to wallow in misery, giving a reader too many painful scenes. Zola believes,

You know how it is. Your mother marries you to your sexless cousin and in silent defiance you enter a torrid affair with a peasant painter. All those hours spent humouring the dull man in your dreary shop, waiting for your next animalistic tussle with your fiery lover. Then one day, you realise the