Thursday, December 3, 2015
Can you not feel Robbe-Grillet's impotence bubbling up off the page? I can. It makes me appreciate him. Writing about something dirty in the cleanest way. Distant. Like an alabaster palace.
But sorry, these are Mauriac and Sarraute covers.
December 3, 2015 at 5:08 PM
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