Blanche vient de perdre son mari, Pierre, son autre elle-même. Un jour, elle rencontre Jules, un vieil homme amoureux des fleurs...
It was really the armys fault. Bored with respectable middle-aged generals, they picked Elagabalus, thirteen-year-old high priest of a Syrian sun-god, to be Emperor of Rome. Golden-haired, handsome as a god, a brilliant charioteer with a passion for stable boys this wilful adolescent was hardly a fit successor to Caesar and Augustus. With real government in the able hands of family favourites grandmother, mother, aunt he was left free to pursue his own extravagant pleasures until his inevitable assassination. This fantastic reign with its fabulous banquets and practical jokes, painted boys and rickshaw girls, makes a fine subject for one of Alfred Duggans most skilful reconstructions of history. An intimate first-hand account of the bizarre, off-beat moment in history when the exotic East descended upon the sober West Evening Standard Mr Duggan has a marvellously wry quality in his writing. Behind the straight face of his novel there is a disciplined hilarity which is tremendously appealing Sunday Times
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Blanche vient de perdre son mari, Pierre, son autre elle-même. Un jour, elle rencontre Jules, un vieil homme amoureux des fleurs...
Des idées de lecture pour ce début d'année !
Si certaines sont impressionnantes et effrayantes, d'autres sont drôles et rassurantes !
A gagner : la BD jeunesse adaptée du classique de Mary Shelley !