David Cronenberg Knihy

Naomi Seberg and Nathan Math, sensational photojournalists of the digital age, are both lovers and rivals. They traverse the world separately, meeting only in airport hotels or online, always in search of spectacular, often sordid stories. The case of Célestine and Aristide Arosteguy, a libertine couple and former philosophy professors, particularly captivates Naomi. Célestine is found mutilated in her Paris apartment, and her missing husband is suspected of having murdered and cannibalized her. Accompanied by Hervé Blomqvist, an eccentric student, Naomi embarks on a quest to find Aristide, leading her to Tokyo. Meanwhile, Nathan is in Budapest photographing Zoltán Molnár, a controversial surgeon wanted by Interpol for organ trafficking. After having an affair with one of Molnár's patients, Nathan contracts a strange illness, the "Roiphe disease," and travels to Toronto to meet the doctor who identified this mysterious syndrome. These parallel narratives intertwine in a plot that blends technology, body, 3D printing, and philosophy, exploring dark themes of death and sex in all its forms. David Cronenberg delves into the psychological and physical darkness of humanity in this debut novel, incorporating his cinematic themes and aesthetics.

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.

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?