by Amin Maalouf (1999)
Les jardins de Lumière, c'est l'histoire de Mani, un personnage oublié, mais dont le nom est encore, paradoxalement, sur toutes les lèvres. Lorsqu'on parle de "manichéen", de "manichéisme", on songe rarement à cet homme de Mésopotamie, peintre, médecin et prophète, qui proposait, au IIIe siècle de notre ère, une nouvelle vision du monde, profondément humaniste, et si audacieuse qu'elle allait faire l'objet d'une persécution inlassable de la part de toutes les religions et de tous les empires. Pourquoi un tel acharnement? Quelles barrières sacrées Mani avait-il bousculées? Quels interdits avait-il, pour faire retenir un cri à travers le monde". Plus que jamais, en cette époque déroutante qui est la nôtre, son cri mérite d'être entendu. Et son visage redécouvert. C'est à Mani que ce livre est dédié, c'est sa vie qu'il raconte. Sa vie, ou ce qu'on peut en deviner encore après tant de siècles de mensonge et d'oubli.
Catherine Gaskin
Tells the story of Kirsty Howard, who leaves China when her parents die and seeks out her grandfather in Scotland. It is a strange world she finds at Cluain - an arrogant and lonely old man running one of the finest whisky distilleries in the world with two women running the house.
Pierre Louÿs
This was "the only only complete English version extant" of a novel originally in French about a courtesan living in ancient Alexandria. The book is lavishly illustrated, but is sloppy in other ways. For instance, every time there is a full page illustration (and there are many) the page numbering skips, and the margins of the page are not evenly wide. This is the kind of book that you had to cut the pages with a knife before you could read it. You could call the story erotica, but it is no worse than The Decameron or Chaucer. It must have been pretty hot reading in 1906. The book has a page stating "This Edition on Large Paper is limited to 1000 copies of which this is No......" but nobody bothered to fill in the number, so I would guess that more than 1,000 of these were printed.
Christina Nicholson
Abducted by a titled adventurer, she was sold to the Dey of Algiers for his carnal amusement. Ravished by her own husband, the sanctity of her marriage became still another kind of sin. Loved by a man she could not have, she crossed burning sands and years of shame to reach his heart.
Barbara Cartland
Pandia looked down at the book in her hand. Then as if he could not wait for her answer Lord Silvester asked: "Have you thought about me?" "It would be... difficult to think of anything... else." "That is what I hoped," he said. "Your face is always before my eyes, and even when you are not there I feel you beside me." He paused, then he said: "Look at me! I want to see your eyes! I want them to tell me what you think." The way he spoke made Pandia quiver, and once again the flicker of fire was there. She knew as they moved within her that she wanted him to kiss her, and she was afraid when he looked into her eyes that he would know exactly what she desired. Very slowly she obeyed him because it was impossible to do anything else. As she raised her eyes to his she was spellbound. She could see the fire blazing within him, and as something wild and wonderful leapt within her, she was drawn to him as if by a magical power that was irresistible....