Posted in August 22, 2015 Tags: essay, Manash Bhattacharjee, Summer 2015
Manash Bhattacharjee Breton dreamt of people making perfect love in glasshouses. He meant glasshouses literally. But Nadja was not the glasshouse of mad love. Nadja was mad. Breton – the timid hero of madness – fled Nadja before tasting the …
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