A review by kiriamarin
Hell by Henri Barbusse

3.0

Sometimes I'm amazed how the past literature of about eighty years ago could be considered subversive and scandalous. Times changed ,the human heart remains faithful to love and darkness and fleeting illusions. Who wants to be truly alone? A voyeur in a dark hotel room spying people intimacy, secrets,is really not about and only sex, but the veil that blinds everyday lives of strangers of the light of the day. A strange story that would be better written by a fearless writer as Marguerite Duras, here the writer and his main character seems a virgin/melancholy man wandering alone and trembling in a dark hotem room.