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From the original Atheneum edition jacket, 1964. "J.M.G. Le Clézio, revelation of the literary year" ran the headline of the Paris Express after last year's prizes had been awarded. The Goncourt jury was locked five to five until its president used his double vote to give the prize to the older candidate. Ten minutes later the Renaudot jury elected the candidate they thought they might lose to the other prize. Most of the literary sections ran their prize news putting the Renaudot first, in order to feature the twenty-three-year-old discovery that was rocking Paris literary circles. What is The Interrogation? Most likely a myth without distinct delineations. A very solitary young man, Adam Pollo, perhaps the first man, perhaps the last, has a very remarkable interior adventure. He concentrates and he discovers ways of being, ways of seeing. He enters into animals, into a tree.... He has no business, no distractions; he is at the complete disposal of life. All of life, that is, except the society of his own species -- and so the story ends. "This is the next phase after the 'the new novel,'" wrote the critics. Kafka they said; a direct descendant of Joyce, they said. Beckett they said. Like nothing else, they said. One hundred thousand Frenchmen bought it. They said it was strange and beautiful. Finally the real voice of the young, said the critics. "I like J. D. Salinger," said Mr. Le Clézio, and that was all he said. His remarkable first book will soon be published all over the world and much more will be said.… (meer)
De boekbesprekingen en de achterflap spreken over een man die de eenzaamheid opzoekt, over metafysica, over krankzinnigheid, goedkope psychologie en breedsprakerigheid. En op zich is het verhaal eenvoudig genoeg om samen te vatten. Maar daarmee gaan ze voorbij aan al wat boeiend is in dit boek, die gedetailleerde waarnemingen, die sluimertijd van iedere beweging, het alomvattende van elk beeld - en hoe de taal (op - in de vertaling - enkele Noord-Nederlandse woorden na) daar telkenmale zo perfect om heen sluit.
Bijna geen enkele bladzijde zat ik niet op het puntje van m'n stoel, voelde ik me niet niet in het boek gezogen - als een Bastiaan Balthazar Boeckx op middelbare leeftijd had ik zowaar een gans boek lang weer puur en onvervalst leesplezier. Het boek heeft zijn zwakkere bladzijden, maar dat zijn niet meer dan adempauzes tussen kathedralen door.
Misschien nog het best te vergelijken met de films van Jacques Tati: Mon Oncle, Playtime, ... maar zonder de slapstick, en in slowmotion
From the original Atheneum edition jacket, 1964. "J.M.G. Le Clézio, revelation of the literary year" ran the headline of the Paris Express after last year's prizes had been awarded. The Goncourt jury was locked five to five until its president used his double vote to give the prize to the older candidate. Ten minutes later the Renaudot jury elected the candidate they thought they might lose to the other prize. Most of the literary sections ran their prize news putting the Renaudot first, in order to feature the twenty-three-year-old discovery that was rocking Paris literary circles. What is The Interrogation? Most likely a myth without distinct delineations. A very solitary young man, Adam Pollo, perhaps the first man, perhaps the last, has a very remarkable interior adventure. He concentrates and he discovers ways of being, ways of seeing. He enters into animals, into a tree.... He has no business, no distractions; he is at the complete disposal of life. All of life, that is, except the society of his own species -- and so the story ends. "This is the next phase after the 'the new novel,'" wrote the critics. Kafka they said; a direct descendant of Joyce, they said. Beckett they said. Like nothing else, they said. One hundred thousand Frenchmen bought it. They said it was strange and beautiful. Finally the real voice of the young, said the critics. "I like J. D. Salinger," said Mr. Le Clézio, and that was all he said. His remarkable first book will soon be published all over the world and much more will be said.
Bijna geen enkele bladzijde zat ik niet op het puntje van m'n stoel, voelde ik me niet niet in het boek gezogen - als een Bastiaan Balthazar Boeckx op middelbare leeftijd had ik zowaar een gans boek lang weer puur en onvervalst leesplezier. Het boek heeft zijn zwakkere bladzijden, maar dat zijn niet meer dan adempauzes tussen kathedralen door.
Misschien nog het best te vergelijken met de films van Jacques Tati: Mon Oncle, Playtime, ... maar zonder de slapstick, en in slowmotion
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