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Croutier, Alev Lytle

 
9780385334884: The Palace of Tears: A Reverie
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 0385334885 ISBN 13: 9780385334884
Verlag: Dell Pub Co, 2000

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In 1868 Paris, Casimir de ChGteauneuf, a successful vinter, becomes obsessed with a disturbing but beautiful dream and begins to search for the woman from his subconscious whose eyes captured his heart. 25,000 first printing.

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Alev Croutier was born in Turkey. She has written and directed award-winning independent films and was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship (the first ever for a screenplay) for her work on <b>Tell Me a Riddle</b>. She is the author of the internationally acclaimed bestseller <b>Harem: The World Behind the Veil</b>. She divides her time between San Francisco and Paris<br>

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lace of Tears</b><br><br>On a balmy autumn afternoon in Paris, in the year 1868, young winemaker Casimir de Chateauneuf wanders through the hollow arcades of the Palais Royal. Browsing in a small shop filled with curiosities from the Orient, he spies a cache of fine miniature portraits. Above all others, an ivory-skinned beauty captivates him. Her eyes--one blue, the other yellow. That night they pursue Casimir in his dreams, as one burning question consumes him: Who is she?<br><br>Thus begins Casimir's dizzying quest for the object of his obsession. Forsaking his family, his vocation, his country, Casimir sails from Marseilles to North Africa, plunging into a strange new world with blind faith in destiny. His journey leads him to Istanbul, "city of the world's desire." There, in a deserted palace of the former sultan, is hidden the woman of his reveries, the woman with one blue eye, the other yellow. To touch her is forbidden. But in this city of passion, in a Palace of Tears

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His family wanted him to live in the country and cultivate grapes as the rest of them had for twenty generations, but Casimir de Chateauneuf had finer needs.

Casimir was a dreamer. He wanted to find his destiny before his destiny could find him.

The year was 1868. Europe was in a frenzy, seeking its spiritual opposite in the recesses of the Maghreb and the Levant. An obsession for Orientalism permeated everything, from pulp fiction and fashion to the grand canvases of Delacroix.

But what intrigued everyone the most was that, after years of toil, the waters of the Mediterranean and the Indian Ocean were about to merge in the Suez, a symbolic union of the East and the West, a union promising faster trade and immense fecundity.

Casimir de Chateauneuf was thirty-five.

He had already succeeded in turning grapes into gold.



Casimir's childhood was monotonously vast vineyards. His adolescence, dark cellars. The estate was called Grange du Souvenir. The town was called Chateauneuf-du-Pape.

His wife was called Esparance. And his children were named Andre, Antoine, and Alphonse.

Casimir knew every street, every house, every person in Chateauneuf-du-Pape. He had pursued all the vices that prevailed in the provinces.

"I'm bored -- bored to death. Bored as never before," he confided to a friend.

He set off for Paris to market the wine and to explore the city's unique perversions.

His great talent for assimilation and his country gentleman's social ease quickly gained him entrance to the best men's clubs and women's salons. With dismissive panache, he grasped the nuances of couture. Refining his accent in no time, he cultivated his eloquence.

He kept a mistress, an alluring courtesan, who lived above the arcades at the Palais Royal. What distinguished her was an abundant red mane and small, voluptuous lips. (In fact, important men whispered to each other about her "other" small, voluptuous lips which compensated sweetly for their own deficiencies.)

Casimir could see the turrets of the Louvre out of her bedroom window. He could measure the pulse of commerce parading through rue de Rivoli. He could spend hours at the Bibliothèque Nationale, engrossed in unusual books and journals, in pursuit of things that had occurred during his boyhood in the country. He could gush through the volumes written, the continents explored, the machines invented.

Casimir celebrated follies of luxury and every new expression of the arts. In the evenings, the theater and the opera. Three times a week, fencing and pistols at the Cartoucherie. On Tuesdays, Bezique with foreign businessmen at the Faubourg Saint-Honor.

Every Tuesday afternoon at four, a retinue of street people bared their palms outside the club. Among them, he distributed the day's revenue.

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Verlag
Dell Pub Co
Erscheinungsdatum
2000
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0385334885
ISBN 13 
9780385334884
Einband
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Anzahl der Seiten
171
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