David Cronenberg Bücher

DAS FULMINANTE DEBÜT DES DÜSTERSTEN REGISSEURS DER WELT - 'Ich glaube, dass man sich alles vorstellen kann. Man sollte nur nicht alles tun' sagt David Cronenberg David Cronenberg entführt uns auf die verbotene Seite des Lebens – dorthin, wo man den anderen aus Liebe verschlingt. Naomi ist Journalistin, Nathan Fotograf - immer unterwegs, ist das Paar meist getrennt, aber stets per Facebook verbunden. Sie sind die perfekten Globetrotter. Naomi recherchiert in Paris ein sonderbares Verbrechen. Nathan fotografiert in einer Budapester Spezialklinik eine riskante Operation. Das Abgründige zieht sie an, stürzt die beiden in eine leidenschaftliche Amour fou im freien Fall. Verstörend unheimlich scheint der Roman mehr von uns zu wissen, als wir selbst wahrhaben wollen.

With films such as The Brood and Videodrome, David Cronenberg established himself as Canada's most provocative director. With subsequent movies such as The Dead Zone, The Fly, Dead Ringers and Naked Lunch, Cronenberg demonstrated his ability not only to touch painful nerves but also to invest his own developing genre with seriousness, philosophical dimension and a rare emotional intensity.Cronenberg on Cronenberg charts his development from maker of inexpensive 'exploitation' cinema to internationally renowned director of million-dollar movies, and reveals the concerns and obsessions which continue to dominate his increasingly rich and complex work. This edition, with an additional chapter, follows Cronenberg's work up to the creation of Crash.

The story of two journalists whose entanglement in a French philosopher's death becomes a surreal journey into global conspiracy.

In the world that lies ahead of us all, reality and hallucination will merge and interchange. So when Max Renn saw the flesh of his stomach swell and redden as though a giant worm was moving beneath the skin, was that imagination—or reality? And when the skin split and the flesh parted like giant lips, soft and bloodied. When he could sink his fingers, his whole hand, deep inside, feeling and probing through the wall of his own stomach. As the juices, thick and warm, clung and sucked gently at his finger-tips, drawing him in. As the bile rose, hot with revulsion in his throat.... Was that a nightmare—or reality?