By Julien Gracq

From the instant he arrives at a sublime seashore lodge together with his lover, Allan unsettles and obsesses the opposite visitors. Elusive, equivocal, attractive, he lives, gambles, swims and dances with a wierd fierceness that they locate intoxicating. quickly he even haunts their dreams.
one after the other, each one visitor is fatally attracted to Allan. And, because the hazy August warmth fades and summer time involves an finish, they gravitate in the direction of self-destruction.
wealthy, lushly poetic, A darkish Stranger is a dreamlike portrayal of lives lived at the fringe of the abyss.

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A mysterious stillness stretched out over the just about immobile sea. a bit approach inland a puppy barked, so comforting, so calm. a chilly breeze blew from off the land. promptly he shook himself and trigger within the automobile back. Hours glided by, uninteresting, unvarying. sometimes the auto left the most street, drove via lonely woods the place on tight corners faded tree trunks flashed previous within the headlight beams, surreal because the spokes of a fairground wheel. A low squat roof may well occasionally be made out close to the roadside, flattened like an animal’s night-time den. The engine purred gradually, softly, drowsy and wary as though wrapped in cotton wool. infrequently a bluish mist rolled over the hedges. Then the dense, quilted kingdom evening got here out to get a few clean air, flapped like an unbuttoned coat, and the line despatched him again in the direction of the horizon out to sea. He drove on, obeying the monotony of pace, the muffled movement. A faint blue-green gentle washed up from the tools at the dashboard, lights up his face, and occasionally his mirrored image seemed at the windscreen, a colourless patch, slightly alive, having a tête-à-tête with him, a doubtful intimacy, jaws silver with gentle, eyes flooded with impenetrable darkness, vaguely bizarre—more solemn—other. during the amassing mist he observed the lighting of a harbour. alongside the grassy roadside homes loomed up vivid white within the headlights, then the automobile plunged down a narrowing highway and all of sudden his approach used to be blocked on the fringe of lapping water within the hazy gentle of neon indicators. precise, creating a spectacular ringing noise at the cobblestones, occasional footsteps walked alongside the pavement of the little sq.. With a muffled bounce a cat ran in entrance of the automobile. For a moment or Henri was once in a daze—he concept he’d all at once woken harassed from a blurred dream, in an odd city, and opened his bed room shutters, nonetheless uncertain even if those scarce faltering footsteps, this chilly wind have been the forerunners of sunrise or the final comings and goings of night. by surprise he used to be frozen, his the teeth chattered. He went right into a bar and collapsed onto a seat, dazed via the cruel lighting fixtures, the disagreeable heat as though he’d been punched. A morose previous girl was once knitting in the back of the empty counter, face expressionless. The lengthy seedy room was once abandoned. A relay swap clunked and the internal room used to be rapidly plunged in darkness. Instinctively Henri’s eyes scoured this unexpectedly mystery shadow-light the place bottles and glasses glinted faintly. Half-lying at the seat, her mournful inanimate face mesmerized him like a judge’s. “How am i able to ask her the place i'm? It’ll be the top of me,” he repeated to himself, stupidly. nonetheless knitting the girl received up, and with out taking her eyes off her paintings came visiting to him. instantly an icy hand clung to each inch of him, the desk lunged up in the direction of him—he handed out. “You’re nonetheless this sort of baby! It’s nearly as though you have been nervous. ” Transfixed, self-conscious, by surprise feeling with regards to tears, Jacques undressed awkwardly. Irène’s huge aromatic room, cluttered with heavy, harshly-coloured materials intimidated him.

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