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Title | : | The Favorite Game |
Author | : | Leonard Cohen |
Book Format | : | Paperback |
Book Edition | : | First Vintage Contemporaries Edition |
Pages | : | Pages: 248 pages |
Published | : | October 14th 2003 by Vintage (first published 1963) |
Categories | : | Fiction. Cultural. Canada. Poetry. Novels. Literature |
Leonard Cohen
Paperback | Pages: 248 pages Rating: 3.85 | 3325 Users | 234 Reviews
Description Toward Books The Favorite Game
In this unforgettable novel, Leonard Cohen boldly etches the youth and early manhood of Lawrence Breavman, only son of an old Jewish family in Montreal. Life for Breavman is made up of dazzling colour – a series of motion pictures fed through a high-speed projector: the half-understood death of his father; the adult games of love and war, with their infinite capacity for fantasy and cruelty; his secret experiments with hypnotism; the night-long adventures with Krantz, his beloved comrade and confidant. Later, achieving literary fame as a college student, Breavman does penance through manual labour, but ultimately flees to New York. And although he has loved the bodies of many women, it is only when he meets Shell, whom he awakens to her own beauty, that he discovers the totality of love and its demands, and comes to terms with the sacrifices he must make.
Details Books In Pursuance Of The Favorite Game
Original Title: | The Favourite Game |
ISBN: | 1400033624 (ISBN13: 9781400033621) |
Edition Language: | English |
Characters: | Shell, Lawrence Breavman |
Rating Out Of Books The Favorite Game
Ratings: 3.85 From 3325 Users | 234 ReviewsWrite Up Out Of Books The Favorite Game
This book a kind of sexual bildungsroman of the young man Leonard Breavman (Leonard Cohen) is gorgeous and rather appalling simultaneously. To be formally accurate its written in the stream-of-consciousness style, but its bolder than that. The point of view is third person, but so close to Breavmans consciousness as to give me the odd effect of perceiving things from two places at once. The images at the onset of the novel required some effort as I read because they leap from the death ofI tired to read this book for a second time and again I couldn't make it past the first 10 pages. Leonard Cohen is one of my top 5 favorite music list, but I don't like his prose at all.All of the literature in the James Joyce style of "steam of consciousness" or whatever you call it... when the text tries to confuse you... no, it doesn't cut it with me. Though I can't say Cohen's text in this book was incoherent... you just get the feeling immediately that it's more about the writer than about
This is the coming of age story of Lawrence Breavman, the son of bourgeois parents from Westmount. Lawrence struggles to find his way between the women in his life and his poetry. As I read the book, I could see from the lyrical descriptions of the city of Montreal the deep love he felt for the place he called home.

Hetero boys. Sexual angst. You know the drill.--Or at least 75% of it. Cohen's prose is nice and lyrical, and there's a charming scene where our protagonist Breavman and his friend Krantz break up a socialite party (which Breavman jokingly blames on his keen hypnosis abilities). But beyond that, this is par for the course of early 60s lit.
It's the crapshoot of prose written by a poet: parts break your heart, other parts fail to keep your attention.
"Shell was genuinely fond of him. She had to resort to that expression when she examined her feelings. That sickened her because she did not wish to dedicate her life to a fondness. This was not the kind of quiet she wanted. The elegance of a dancing couple was remarkable only because the grace evolved from a sweet struggle of flesh. Otherwise it was puppetry, hideous. She began to understand peace as an aftermath." Out of print, bitches. Find your own copy.
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