Reading Robbe-Grillet in college (picked it up at somebody else's house & put it down hours later, stunned, while the party went on around me) was akin to My First Beckett or Every Single Stein. Don't know why I didn't watch this till now. Exquisitely excruciating. (Yay for the cable being out.)
Also reminded of my intense affair with Robert Pinget, circa '97-'99. ('If you like David Markson & Alain Robbe-Grillet, you'll LOVE Pinget.') I have several books of his left to get lost in.
I'm starting to plan my summer reading. Yippee.
& yes, I finished the dang layout. Now I am drowning in the proofs. But those shall be flung from my desk before the weekend is through!
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