Status Updates From Glad

“Like all twenty-one-year-old men, he believes himself to be immortal, and with greater cause than most.” Istg I’ve read a sentence almost identical to that one recently but I can’t remember where. Tbf it’s an extremely common take and like. Idea. But still. I recognize it SOMEHOW

100% one of my revenge fantasies. Good for you tarere. Even if it doesn’t fix anything

this book loves to invent new shit for me to get sad over :,(

“Antoine makes a noise in his throat. Blows his nose into his denched fist. We need to get rid of it, he says. Hide it all.
Vidal empties his own pockets. More rings, pearls-still warm, he says, rolling the luminous string through his fingers. Yes, he says.
Hide.
Where? asks Tarare.
Vidal and Antoine look at him.
No, says Tarare.
Yes, says Antoine.”
Jesus. Fuck. This was sadly very very funny to me

“He wants him. Is it wrong, he wonders, is it blasphemy, to want a saint like that? Their bodies—spread, pierced, apportioned like nutcake—are the sites of their allure. But when you look in them, what are you meant to feel? Pity? Glory?”

Au premier chapitre on apprend que Tarare est né en 1772. On est rendus en novembre 1792 et il dit qu'il a 21 ans !!!
L'auteure ne sait même pas compter ou alors il y a une subtilité que je ne comprends pas.
Quel livre bizarre !!

Tarare phénomène de foire !!
Toujours aussi mal écrit mais j'irai jusqu'au bout