Book no. 11: Zazie dans le métro, by Raymond Queneau.

Lively, cheeky, foul-mouthed Zazie stays with her uncle in Paris for two days. Bizarre events unfold, involving her uncle's friends as well as total strangers. And a parrot!

I love the way Queneau plays with the language, even though I'm sure I missed a lot, as French isn't my first language (or even my second). Very funny with serious undertones.

#2023reads
#BeatTheBacklog
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#Books
#Reading
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#shakespeare
Noticed #ShakespeareSunday a bit late this week, but here's a round of some #FavouriteAuthors :
#ToniMorrison
#WilliamFaulkner
(earlier work, both)
#AliceMunro
#TSEliot (poetry)
just started on #AnnieProulx so I can't say much yet
#DorisLessing , partly
#MargueriteDuras
#SimoneDeBeauvoir
#Diderot was a modern guy
#RaymondQueneau for hide-and-seek
In German, I prefer #UweJohnson over #Grass for example.
More to follow ...

One of my favourite books is #RaymondQueneau's #Oulipo classic sonnet generator. I don't actually read it, because the aesthetical value of the book is the book itself, its cybernetic, magerial form and its user interface. Everytime I get lost with why and what I'm writing, I return to this and start dabbling with the pages. Writing and reading is an #embodied and enactic exercise. It's about #differance and #time, where writers communicate with readers through time. Book is a time machine.