Why I Have Not Written Any of My Books (French Modernist Library)
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| Rating | : | 4.17 (575 Votes) |
| Asin | : | 080326139X |
| Format Type | : | paperback |
| Number of Pages | : | 111 Pages |
| Publish Date | : | 2017-12-23 |
| Language | : | English |
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Stephen O. Murray said Arch and poignant metafiction (some will find insufferable). This somewhat autobiographical sort of a novel, first published in French in 1986, won the Black Humor Prize. The most interesting part is a sketch of the author's background--as a child of a Sephardic Jewish family that had been in Morocco for four centuries. He assumed he was destined for greatness (as a writer) and sees this as a sort of ontogeny for the phylogeny of the Chosen People. Both as a "Arch and poignant metafiction (some will find insufferable)" according to Stephen O. Murray. This somewhat autobiographical sort of a novel, first published in French in 1986, won the Black Humor Prize. The most interesting part is a sketch of the author's background--as a child of a Sephardic Jewish family that had been in Morocco for four centuries. He assumed he was destined for greatness (as a writer) and sees this as a sort of ontogeny for the phylogeny of the Chosen People. Both as a 20th-century Jew and as someone who (like Camus) feels lost the paradise of living under the North African sun (living in the dingy, gray Paris of the 1950s), he believes he has a duty to remember.The boo. 0th-century Jew and as someone who (like Camus) feels lost the paradise of living under the North African sun (living in the dingy, gray Paris of the 1950s), he believes he has a duty to remember.The boo. Life too short for Proust? Meet a fellow procrastinator An exquisite meditation on writer's block (he even fears not-writing and how this might be interpreted!) this is also an act of love performed on the French language. If you can read French at all, if you've struggled even halfway through the wasteland of L'Etranger, the heady vapours of this equally short book may blow your mind. It's also very, very funny. Five Stars Brilliant!
"Most of the words I used were already almost entirely detached from their natural ties to things, and for this reason I found them intoxicatingly light. . At base it is a lovely book about the love of books and of language and all that goes into making them, be it paper or words. From Publishers Weekly Of course Benabou has written his books, 10 of them aside from this one. But this isn't just about the wordplay beloved of French modernists. Benabou details the anguished writing process and describes what The Book, if it could be written, would be like. "There would commence a long sentence in the conditional," he says at the beginning of a long sentence in the conditional, that ends after the promised twists and turns in "a clausula that concludes nothing." In very few pages, Benabou, addresses conflicting impulses between w
Bénabou knows the heroic joy of depriving critics of victims, the kindness of sparing publishers decisions, and the public charity of leaving more room in bookstore displays. Marcel Bénabou is quick to acknowledge that his own difficulty in writing has plenty of company. Words stick and syntax is stubborn, meaning slips and synonyms cluster. A blank page taunts and a full one accuses. Why I Have Not Written Any of My Books (Pourquoi je n’ai écrit aucun de mes livres) provides both a respectful litany of writers’ fears and a dismissal of the alibis offered to excuse them.