A wickedly funny work of depraved genius by one of Brazil's most radical twentieth-century writers; imagine the Marquis de Sade as written by Clarice Lespecter < p/> An electrifying masterpiece by one of modern Brazilian literature's most significant and controversial writers, Hilda Hilst takes us into the disorder and beauty of a mind restlessly testing its own limits. < p/> Every month I ingested the body of God, not in the way one swallows green peas or agrostis, or swallows swords, I ingested the body of God the way people do when they know they are swallowing the More, the All, the Incommensurable, for not believing in finitude I would lose myself in absolute infinity. . . < p/> The Obscene Madame D tells the story of Hillé , a sixty-year-old woman who has decided to abandon conventional life and spend the rest of her days in contemplation in a recess under the stairs. There, she is haunted by the perplexity of her recently deceased lover, Ehud, who cannot understand her rejection of common sense, sex and a simple life in favour of metaphysical speculations that he considers delusional and vain. < p/> In a stream-of-consciousness monologue that's part James Joyce, part Clarice Lispector, and part de Sade, Hillé speaks of her search for spiritual fulfilment from a space of dereliction, as she searches for answers to great questions of life, death and the relationship between body and soul.
