The Dead All Have The Same Skin (Les Morts on Tours La Meme Peau)

Boris Vian, who passed away in 1959, lives on in the world where personality, wit, great writing, and a man who embraced the 'pop' culture of his time and place (Saint Germain des Pres, Paris) is the supreme ruler. Sadly in a world where one has to compromise to eat and enjoy just the basic comforts, in this context, Vian's work is so much more powerful and meaningful--the concept and enjoyment of youth, jazz, dark nightclubs, bent-up paperbacks that fit in your back pocket, alcohol, the pleasure of sexual encounters, the first sting of love, the beauty of destruction, the sensual pleasure of reading a text and holding a book.