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Erotica for the gods
Fun book to read on the airplane next to unsuspecting passengers. I've never read such an openly erotic novel, and as American culture reverts to the puritan (today's scandal is about hugging) it initially felt awkward to read about the exploits of Comtesse & Kazek, especially surrounded by passengers playing candy crush and watching pg-13 movies from Hollywood. Thankfully, as even Buddah gets in the mood for the tempestuous carnal appetites of the two lovers, so did I enjoy a safe bird's eye view of their intense passion. Love is beyond the human realm, and sex brings us closer to both gods and animals as it tears us out of our 21 century stupor. Glad to read an author with the courage to get dirty with his characters and let the gods watch. Great read, I'm excited to work through it in French too.
a romance for the passionate and spirited heart
Kazek is a delight to explore! A man who trusts in the gods and has a disposition that ignores consequence in order to pursue passion and fearlessly explore levels of love possibly unknown. I'm reminded of the love letters of Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman, unashamed, honest, and full of a passion that most people do not know themselves truly enough to access. The translation is educated, eloquent and thoroughly developed in it's fullest form for a beautiful and exciting read. I found myself trusting the words, excited about the characters and intrigued to watch the Countess and the Cossack find something true within themselves and each other. Highly recommend, it'll move your blood and your heart.
Anthony Sauerman
A beautiful tale of love, romance, lust, longing, temptation and tease, the two lovers tangled in a game of cat and mouse, taunting one another, ever daring, testing, pushing, prodding, their bond emboldened by denial and distance, the game succumbing to the time-tested power of love manifest in petty jealousies, need and heart-ache, roaring from one page to the next, the language rich and evocative, rusting cargo ships one storm away from a shipwreck, no less than their lives, sizzling neon lights attacked by a cloud of suicidal insects, their eternal fate, at the acute angle of life’s triangle, no more than pawns in the gang bang game of the gods, programmed on the console of Destiny, oblivious to the impotence of their lust and longing, spending eternity chasing their desires, hurtling headlong towards their tragic, yet adoring, fate, if this be the translation I can only dream how virulent and vexed the native tongue, masterful tale, masterfully told, drawing together earthly flesh and heavenly desires into a spiritual symphony that sings in the ears of the reader, longing for their next fix, magnificent!
Racy dangerous
Pieter Kazek: "When did I start destoying everthing?"
If you think Kazek the Cossack is just an erotic novel, you are mistaken. If you think it's not erotic you are also mistaken.
This novella "of little wisdom" is textured with existential questions, phisophical conundrums and reflections on location (in this case Paris, Europe and Luanda, Africa) which are as evokatively part of the story as anything else.
The erotosism in this tale is given authenticity by richly defined character and a unique poetry which infuses some very risky observations of a libertine and her fatalist and anarchic lover.
Destiny, the name of the supporting lead character - "a geek with a console," plays a game with Countess Belton and Kazek the Cassock and all on behalf of the God's, who by manipulating these over sexed earthlings, take their revenge for their own sexual deficiencies.
Kazek is an erotic classic which sweeps you up and spits you out, dazed by some big questions about love, desire, power, depravity, revenge, death and the life after, forgiveness, the freedom to chose and of course - ecstacy.
I read it in one hungry sitting.
Jennifer Steyn.
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