Sure, this book is going to make you roll your eyes plenty of times the first 40 pages in particular and some of the themes have been explored by better writers Sartre Camus , but give Le Clezio credit for creating a meticulously detailed world of despair The book serves as a warning against consciousness as nearly every object our narrator observes pinball games, a story written when he was in grade school, a piece of chicken arrives back to the paradox of how everything can feel so lifeless when surrounded by a world filled of it.The universality of this feeling is what makes Le Clezio s prose so eclectic and riveting human flotsam but the novel ultimately unrewarding The book never really deviates much from its initial premise and at times it comes off as hilariously morose the oppressing smell of bread hunger thoughts of suffocation death is one such sequence. Francois Besson Listens To A Tape Recording Of A Girl Contemplating Suicide Drifting Through The Days In A Provincial City, He Thoughtlessly Starts A Fire In His Apartment, Attends Confession, And Examines, With Great Intentness But Without Affection, A Naked Woman He Wakes Beside The Flood was greater than Fever to the extent that Fever was greater than The Interrogations Were these three books Le Clezio s only books, they would be the literary equivalent of Warsaw Unknown Pleasures Closer. The last time I picked up a book solely because it was labeled Nobel Prize Winner the book was The Feast of the Goat by Mario Vargas Llosa That was a perceptive book about the legacy of dictatorship This is boring, pretentious, and uselessly difficult. Siento una especie de remordimiento al tratar de dar una rese a de la novela por que no la recuerdo del todo, pero me recuerda a la novela El Extranjero de Albert Camus, solo que una versi n m s extensa Una visi n existencial de un hombre, Fran ois Besson, que se derrumba tras cometer un asesinato y empieza a vagar por las calles de una ciudad, antes de aquel suceso llevaba una vida simple y vac a, sin ninguna especie de motivaci n, pero con una agon a interior que lo devora lentamente.B sicamente eso es lo que recuerdo de la novela, aunque me atrap por momentos hay algo en la manera en la que est escrita que no me gust del todo, puede ser el hecho de que sea demasiado extensa, las confesiones del personaje y sus pensamientos, las descripciones demasiado estilizadas, el hecho de que este poblado de personajes que parecen cascarones de personas reales No es mala, y de seguro si te gusta el existencialismo le encontraras alg n chiste, solo siento que esta novela pretende m s de lo que plasma con palabras Solo que a m , en lo personal no me lleg , por momentos me pareci aburrida.Lo que s puedo decir es que esta novela es la nica del autor en la que intenta algo as , intenta decir algo sin decir nada, no solo es narrar una historia en la que describe paisaje ex ticos y hace uso de su gran intelecto para retratar un mundo lleno Es la nica obra del autor al menos de las que e le do en la que su muy acostumbrado lirismo, que llega a ser chocante por curs y rebuscado, se encuentra de lado Si quieres leer algo diferente del autor, ya sea por que sus novelas te hartaron o por que buscas sorprenderte, puede que este libro sea para t. The city is suffocating Besson With all its rigorous geometry, its constructions and its inhabitants The people in it contribute to the anxiety and the constant rain, instead of cleaning, is getting all the mud, all the dust to the surface One could feel trapped like in a room with walls slowly closing in Is there any escape Remember the letters we used to write each other in the old days Funny the way we invented excuses to send a letter, anything would do Remember But that s all over and done with now I can t use dodges like that any Even with you Even if I could be certain you d understand Even if I was sure you wouldn t tell me I was trying to play arty poetic tricks with past memories Anyway, my position nowadays is very simple on that score I just can t write any , not a word It s it s a kind of illness The mere sight of a blank white sheet of paper s enough to depress me half out of my mind Frankly, it beats me how anyone still manages to go in for writing novels, poetry, that kind of kick Because in the last resort it s quite useless Pure dumb egotism Plus the urge to expose yourself, let other people gobble you up Anyway it s so exhausting Honestly, I just don t get it I tell you, I can understand people writing letters and postcards better than I can someone settling down to a novel It serves no purpose, there isn t any truth in it I mean, you don t make any discoveries or isolate any area of knowledge, you just wallow in illusion I just don t believe in it any One can get along very well on one s own, don t you agree What s really needed, I feel, is the ability to detach oneself, stand aside Anyway as far as I m concerned it s the end of the road I can t stomach lies and poetry any longer. The author was famous already as a young man in the 1960s, but it took him another forty years to win the Nobel Prize Almost as long The Deluge has been sitting unread in my bookshelf until I finally got around to read it in a Norwegian translation this summer It is a novel to test the reader s patience Especially the first forty pages or so written in the style of the New French Novel are almost unreadable, before the story of Francois Besson finally picks up and follows a conventional story line of personal alienation and despair More interesting for today s reader is the author s prescient view of the effects of motorization and climate change Not only do we follow Besson s dispiriting career on the personal level, but also the apparent destruction of the environment by irresistible forces of nature and civilization The book was first published in French in 1966. Definitivamente me retiro por ahora, pasar un largo tiempo antes de que lo retome Las razones por las que decid abandonar esta lectura son 1 Me deprimi mucho pero de una manera autodestructiva y sin dejarme realmente un mensaje Hay libros que te ponen triste, pero te transmiten un mensaje Siento que ste s lo me dejo mucha palabrer a pero no un mensaje muy claro 2 Me desesper de sobremanera su abrumante descripci n Fue demasiado lejos con todo lo que pensaba sobre una cajetilla de cigarros tirada en la calle, le como 7 p ginas al respecto de eso, y francamente me desesper No me gusta abandonar libros S lo lo he hecho dos veces Pero de plano, ya no estaba haciendo click con este. 130713 this is not where to start reading le clezio, not where to end, not where to judge his worth if you can make it through a very difficult prologue, he does introduce characters, offer some happenings if not plot or story, offer some speech though this is mostly monologue on tape or elliptical dialog that describes characters and does not advance plotless plot if had not previously read and enjoyed his work would have never finished the prologue this is le clezio lyrical, imagistic, always a new way of describing, following, inventing, but truly world than slightly incomprehensible actions of something like people
Jean Marie Gustave Le Cl zio, better known as J.M.G Le Cl zio born 13 April 1940 is a Franco Mauritian novelist The author of over forty works, he was awarded the 1963 Prix Renaudot for his novel Le Proc s Verbal The Interrogation and the 2008 Nobel Prize in Literature.
- 300 pages
- Le Déluge
- J.M.G. Le Clézio
- 13 March 2018 J.M.G. Le Clézio