Nasty flesh. In I.

The First World War is over, and a new generation is on stage. The color of the youth of the twenties is spending days in the tireless pursuit of secular pleasures. With the paradoxical mixture of artlessness and sophistication, they exercise their inventive minds in new whims and adventures.

The book of Ivlin Was is a ridiculous, poisonous and daring satire, which reveals a gaping dark emptiness under a glossy glossy gloss. The author is ruthless: all this “vile flesh” is removing life to maintain a fake joyful world strewn with sparkles, in which he tries to hide from the memories of the horrors of the past war and not to prick the foreboding of the horror of the future.

The novel was published In 1930, but the next war in it was predicted and inevitable, and against its background, the heroes, as if the inhabitants of the surroundings in the epigraph “vile of the flesh”, are especially desperately running, only “to stay in the same place.”