Books Alain Robbe-Grillet
posted by on February 18 at 11:32 AM
Dead. As a rule, I love French novelists, although I’m embarrassed to say that I’ve only read The Erasers. I liked it a lot, but perhaps the similarity of many of his novels—lots of them are about detectives, or crime—is what’s kept me from exploring him further. I have a few of them on my bookshelf at home. Still, any day that we lose an experimental French novelist and filmmaker is a sad one.
(Thanks to Slog tipper Davey.)
Well darn. I love his books! And Last Year at Marienbad is my absolutely favorite movie . . .
So odd. Just yesterday I was in a [large, name redacted] bookstore looking for just one (any one) of his books. No luck.
As a way or remembering, or perhaps discovering this valuable thinker I would recommend "Jealousy". This was the most incredible exploration of this emotion through an inanimate object. In this work the protagonist obsessively describes his house over and over. Each description is a little different giving insights to the owner's anxiety.
Jealousy seconded.
Though the real genius of postwar experimental French fiction was Raymond Queneau. Robbe-Grillet's a little dry going, as is Claude Simon.
Is it true that as he passed away, ARG's last words were (loosely translated): "Fuck you, Resnais."
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