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Shvoong Home>Books>Novels & Novellas>L'épopée du buveur d'eau Review

L'épopée du buveur d'eau

Book Review   by:Mahendra Yadav     Original Author: John Irving
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Titrate: Épopée of the water Author drinker: John Irving Editor: The Threshold, June 1988 Titrates American: The toilets-method man Translation of Michel Lebrun ISBN: 202010184X the central spring is a too narrow urethra, which has the annoying mania to be stopped when it is opposed. Do all the daftness and the despair of the novel beat unceasingly about the bush (of room?) that figure here this vital body. The narrator, who is sometimes the character himself, Fred Bogus Trumper, sometimes one "It" which takes over, undoubtedly when it becomes urgent to put a little distance, involves us in a succession of adventures burlesques, commonplace, in love, sporting, sexual, which lead one after the other to as many failures. Because it is well novel of a failure which it acts, but from a failure sympathetic nerve, from a good to nothing concerning, of one goes as I push you laughing, who make fun of itself while putting itself in scene in a series époustouflante of gags incredible. For little that you read this book sitting in an armchair, this armchair becomes seat of a movie theater. One is in the line of Buster Keaton, Laurel and Hardy and other Marx Brothers.
Sometimes they is large, énoooorme, and that does not cease inflating, like the condom that Bogus forgot to withdraw after a scene of adultery (missed of course) with a friend, and who becomes, with the return close to the wife, the so open body of the offence which it will cause a beautiful break-up scene. Certain episodes are unforgettable, such that in which our Bogus, party in Munich in the search of an old lost accomplice of sight, is found, having taken a room with the hotel Taschy, notorious house of master key, taken in a police raid following the true forgery death of a customer in full action in a close room, and owner of a pure package of haschich which will be worth other rocambolesques mishaps to him. One has some thus for his 370 pages of pleasure. The relaxation is guaranteed. Patryck Froissart, April 14 2006
Published: April 16, 2006   
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