‘Project for a Revolution in New York is Robbe-Grillet’s fifth novel. He has been on the scene nearly 20 years and has established himself as the major representative of the new school through his novels, his essays (which are as clear and coherent as his fiction is jumbled), and his films. The first and best known of the films is an elegant and often beautiful puzzler called Last Year at Marienbad. After seeing it, you think you dreamed it.
‘What is new in Robbe-Grillet (or rather what would be new without the precedent of Francis Ponge), is the concrete character of the images, whether they are caught by a glance or seen again in the darkroom of the mind. He deliberately uses in his novels the revealing difference mentioned by him between reality and its cinematographic representation. It is then not only his heroes but their creator himself who makes movies—avant-garde movies and novels.
‘No doubt Robbe-Grillet is a pioneer. It is possible that he has found a way out of the impasse which the most advanced literature had reached—so that it was no longer advancing…. By grasping objects visually without judging them, being satisfied to take them without wanting to understand, Alain Robbe-Grillet escapes perhaps, and perhaps makes literature escape inanity. This fictional study of phenomena is itself misleading, but it is capable of giving an illusion some of the time, thus making possible works that will be something more than proof of impotence or madness.
‘There is a universal principle at work here and in many similar novels. I can describe it best as rhyme. Painters rhyme shapes and colors. Poets rhyme terminal syllables, sometimes moods. Robbe-Grillet rhymes events themselves—fits them inside or outside one another like Chinese boxes, like sounds heard in a whispering gallery. In Project for a Revolution in New York one character or another is shown time after time doing almost the same thing: coming up stairs to find Laura, climbing down a fire-escape in a fire. The repeated subway sequences of pursuer and pursued turn endlessly into themselves like kaleidoscopic images.
‘Furthermore, the rat and the railing in the subway tunnel rhyme with the rat and the railing in the house where Laura is held (and is not held) a prisoner. The house, or its fictional image, rhymes with the blown-up picture of that house on a huge advertisement—on which the representation of a door turns out to be a real door through which people walk and through whose keyhole the locksmith peeks. And so on. Poets, from Hugo to Valéry to Frost, tell us that rhyme is not an obstacle to composition but a mechanism inducing invention. It takes a little readjustment of one’s literary sights to follow and appreciate, not a story line but a story rhyme.
‘Robbe-Grillet pushes language, farther than Sartre or Camus, toward a certain line of artistic “insignificance.” We defeat him by forcing upon his structures familiar closure or extrinsic meanings—jealousy, paranoia, colonialism, etc.—and by denying him the patience he labors to earn from his readers. His art may not refute the possibility of art in the future. His perspective, nonetheless, is posthumanist, anticipating a change in the structure of consciousness, and helping to effectuate that change by means of new fictions.’ — collaged
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Further
Alain Robbe-Grillet Resource Page
Audio: A R-G reads from ‘Jealousy’ @ Ubuweb
‘Abscond From Your Prudish Mind’: Alain Robbe-Grillet @ mubi
‘Understanding Robbe-Grillet: PfaRiNY’
‘Robbe-Grillet ‘PfaRiNY: Hegelian Dialectics as Generator of Revolution’
Robbe-Grillet Criticism Vol. 2 @ enotes
‘From the Comic to the Ludic’
The Paris Review Interview: Alain Robbe-Grillet
‘ The Boy and the Soldier, Companions in Robbe- Grillet’
Bruce Russell’s ‘Project For A Revolution In New York’ (Siltbreeze)
Gregory Chatonsky’s ‘Revolution in New York’‘Project for a Revolution in New York’ @ Matthew Marks Gallery
Buy ‘PfaRiNY’ @ Dalkey Archive
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Media
A R-G’s lecture @ San Francisco University, part 1 (1989)
Alain Robbe-Grillet Exhibition at the Cafesjian Center for the Arts
Alain ROBBE GRILLET Le roman
Alain Robbe-Grillet, romancier et cinéaste français en 1964
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Nabokov vs. Robbe-Grillet vs. Nabokov
from Some Came Running
‘The best French writer is Robbe-Grillet whom we met in Paris… ‘
— Vladimir Nabokov, letter to Edmund Wilson, January 19, 1960
‘There is no question, as we have seen, of establishing a theory, a pre-existing mold into which to pour the books of the future. Each novelist, each novel must invent its own form.’
— Alain Robbe-Grillet, “The Use of Theory,” 1955-1963
Do you think Robbe-Grillet’s novels are as free of ‘psychology’ as he claims?
‘Robbe-Grillet’s claims are preposterous. Those manifestations, those dodoes, die with the dadas. His fiction is magnificently poetical and original, and the shifts of levels, the interpenetration of successive impressions and so forth belong of course to psychology—psychology at its best.’
— VN, spring 1967
‘In March [of 1962] he saw one of the very few movies he sought out in the nearly twenty years of his final European period: Robbe-Grillet’s L’Année derniere a Marienbad, a film that delighted him not so much by its labyrinthine compulsiveness as by its originality and its romanticism.”
— Brian Boyd, Vladimir Nabokov, The American Years, Princeton, 1991
‘The French New Novel does not really exist apart from a little heap of dust and fluff in a fouled pigeonhole.’
— VN, spring 1971
‘In fact there would be someone, both different and the same, the destroyer and the keeper of order, the narrating presence and the traveler…elegant solution to the never-to-be-solved problem: who is speaking here, now? The old words always already spoken repeat themselves, always telling the same old story from age to age, repeated once again, and always new… ‘
— A R-G, Repetition, Grove Press, 2003
‘I […] adore the work of Alban Berg; I adore the music in Wozzeck or Lulu, but I am incapable of deconstructing it. This is true even for Wagner’s music […] [i]t does not prevent me at all from enjoying it. The decoding of the structure is a supplementary pleasure for someone who is capable of doing it, no more than that.’
— A R-G, interview, 1992
‘Criticism is a difficult thing, much more so than art, in a sense. Whereas the novelist, for example, can rely on his sensibility alone, without always trying to understand its options, and while the mere reader is satisfied to know whether or not he is affected by the book, whether or not the book interests him, whether or not he likes it, whether or not it offers him something, the critic, on the other hand, is supposed to give the reasons for all this: he must account for what the book gives, say why he likes it, offer absolute value judgments.’
— A R-G, “Time And Description In Fiction Today,” 1963
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A R-G on PfaRiNY
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PfaRiNY manuscript page
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Interview
from Senses of Cinema
Back in 1958 Roland Barthes wrote that “there is no Robbe-Grillet school”. Decades on, aside from the nouveau roman, can you see a traceable influence of your work on the contemporary novel?
There is no such thing as a Robbe-Grillet school of thought! Barthes, in his articles on me, reduced my first two novels into something fascinating, but something which was closer to his train of thought than to mine. In his articles, one on The Erasers and the other on The Voyeur, he emphasised the projection onto the object, thus creating a paradox around the concept of objectivity. In this way he completely ignored the phantasms which were already playing such an important part in the works, and thus he ignored the projection onto the outside world of the personal inner world. He interpreted these two novels as representative of a literary statement, where objects were viewed purely as they were and nothing else. Barthes viewed my work from a very subjective point of view and projected his own value system in his interpretation, which, when all is said and done, he was perfectly entitled to do as a critic.
From my point of view, there never was a school; when I gathered around me a number of writers like Claude Simon, Nathalie Sarraute, and later Marguerite Duras, there was never any intention of gathering people whose outlook was the same, and whose research aimed at the same objective. What in fact brought us together was that the same criticism was leveled at all of us, namely that we did not write like Balzac. Consequently, sharing the same criticism, we all made up the nouveau roman, or New Novel, as compared to the traditional style of writing. Each one of us had to strive in the direction each of us had chosen for himself or herself. I have always fought against the normalisation, the standardisation, of the New Novel — this is one of the reasons why I found myself in opposition to a younger generation of theoreticians who tried to structure the concept of the New Novel and excluded Marguerite Duras from the movement, for instance.
When we meet we are aware of a certain solidarity amongst ourselves, a type of brotherhood. During the last big gathering in New York we realized that we had a common language. For instance, when we talk about the notion of consciousness — the ‘Balzacian Conscience’, the 19th century concept of writing is a totalitarian concept, it is all comprehensive, inside man, it englobes everything, it is whole and stable, whereas in the New Novel we deal with a consciousness which is outward looking, as defined by the philosopher Edmund Husserl, in other words, a consciousness of something — a fragmented mobile consciousness.
Because the outside world is fragmented, consciousness must also be so, and this way it looses the overall coherence which it had a hundred and fifty years ago, and at the same time this consciousness is constantly changing, constantly struggling against itself, forever creating new images — Sartre called it “freedom”.
In its earlier development the nouveau roman was called many things — objective literature, école du regard, phenomenological novel, etc. — in hindsight do any of these descriptions seem more accurate than others?
When critics used the term “phenomenology”, they had no idea of what it could be. They liked the word, but when one looks closely at what they wrote one gets the impression that phenomena are external to man, fulfilling its own life independently from man — this is not what Husserl meant by phenomenology. He meant a moving consciousness, projected outward towards the phenomenon, this very phenomenon exists because of this projection outside myself. It is in this movement outside of me towards an object that the phenomenon appears. Phenomenology does not exclude man, as critics seem to imply. Already, you can see a different sort of consciousness appear in Albert Camus’ The Outsider, particularly in the first part of the novel.
Critical analysis has emphasised the role played by “the eye” in my novel Jealousy, but I would say that “the ear” plays an equally important part in it. As for the word “objectif” critics have made numerous mistakes. Barthes launched the concept but gave it a thwarted meaning. Barthes always liked controversy and enjoyed using words in a context other than the one usually used or understood. In his article on The Erasers he described the work as “objective literature”, and he immediately defined this adjective by referring to the dictionary and thus giving it the meaning of “projection towards the object”. As for the traditional school of criticism, they stupidly omitted Barthes’ definition of “objective” and described my work as objective in the sense of meaning that the subject had completely disappeared.
I would describe the type of literature I write as a subjective type of writing, but geared to the idea of “projected towards the object”.
When critics looked at what I was writing, which emphasized the subject, the subjectivity of a theme, they said that I was attempting to be objective but failed. They ended up with a complete contradiction of the original intention.
From the period of the film Last Year at Marienbad critics started to speak about the concept of surrealism, of phantasmagory. They spoke about the cinema of phantasms. There had been no change in my work, but the approaches to my work were divided, sometimes emphasising the subjective element, and at other times the objective element. Barthes even speaks about Robbe-Grillet No. 1, No. 2, No. 3; yet when one becomes aware of the symbols of Last Year at Marienbad, one should re-read my earlier novels and one would realize that the symbols were already there.
What do you think is the current state of the nouveau roman?
To understand a new form of literature is a difficult thing for people. For instance, I would say that Flaubert is better understood today than he was in his own time, during the period he was writing Madame Bovary. There have been profound changes in the world, and consequently in the outlook of readers.
The New Novel is doing well, better than ever, because now it has a lot of readers. Not only do books sell, but they are better read and understood. For instance, with the last of Marguerite Duras’ books, The Lover, I had the impression that the book had become “visible” (popular) yet it is as complex as her previous work. But it was better understood because these concepts had made their way.
Given the gradual dissemination of Barthes’ idea of “ecriture” over the course of time, do you think that the nouveau roman has lost some of its autonomy from other kinds of novelistic practices? Has it become more elusive to define or recognize?
No, I don’t think so, because Barthes has disappeared from the New Novel. He was connected to the idea of the New Novel, but during the fifties and sixties. Since Jealousy, In the Labyrinth and Last Year at Marienbad, Barthes distanced himself from the movement.
Barthes really has not had much effect on the New Novel. There were moments when our outlooks coincided and other moments when they did not. What harmed the New Novel was not Barthes’ views, but the simplification of what he had said, which reduced the whole impact to a bland, neutral, factual type of writing.
I address these questions in my latest book, Le miroir qui revient.
Could you comment on this quotation from Umberto Eco: “But the moment comes when the avant-garde (the modern) can go no further, because it has produced a metalanguage that speaks of its impossible texts (conceptual art). The postmodern reply to the modern consists of recognizing the past, since it cannot really be destroyed, because its destruction leads to silence, must be revisited; but with irony, not innocently.’
I am interested in your thoughts on the debate between modernism and postmodernism, and their relation to your work.
I never spoke of destroying the past. Flaubert has been my inspiration. As for Umberto Eco, he is a dual character. He was at the vanguard of the modernist movement, but he is now writing populist novels. He was the theoretician of the avant-garde movement, but he has come back to the past. He speaks in this quotation about himself.
The idea that the avant-garde has failed and that one must back track is absurd. The avant-garde must by definition fail, because each writer must go to the ultimate conclusion of his or her ideas. Each writer must continue to progress in his/her chosen direction.
As for Postmodernism, it is a bad description. It was created as a specific concept, situated in a precise context — that of German architecture. It means a reaction against the utilitarianism of the Bauhaus type of architecture. It was used in literature in the seventies, especially in American criticism. It was misunderstood and misapplied. I have not understood either, all the more that in some articles I was viewed as a postmodernist and in others I was viewed as a modernist. I do not like this word as its use is pretty much impossible.
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Book
Alain Robbe-Grillet Project for a Revolution in New York
Dalkey Archive
‘Part prophecy and part erotic fantasy, this classic tale of otherworldly depravity features New York itself—or a foreigner’s nightmare of New York—as its true protagonist. Set in the towers and tunnels of the quintessential American city, Alain Robbe-Grillet’s novel turns this urban space into a maze where politics bleeds into perversion, revolution into sadism, activist into criminal, vice into art—and back again. Following the logic of a movie half-glimpsed through a haze of drugs and alcohol, Project for a Revolution in New York is a Sadean reverie that bears an alarming resemblance to the New York, and the United States, that have actually come into being.’ — Dalkey Archive
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Excerpts
The first scene goes very fast. Evidently it has already been rehearsed several times: everyone knows his part by heart. Words and gestures follow each other in a relaxed, continuous manner, the links as imperceptible as the necessary elements of some properly lubricated machinery.
Then there is a gap, a blank space, a pause of indeterminate length during which nothing happens, not even the anticipation of what will come next.
And suddenly the action resumes, without warning, and the same scene occurs again…But which scene? I am closing the door behind me, a heavy wooden door with a tiny oblong window near the top, its pane protected by a cast-iron grille (clumsily imitating wrought iron) which almost entirely covers it. The interlacing spirals, thickened by successive layers of black paint, are so close together, and there is so little light from the other side of the door, that nothing can be seen of what might or might not be inside.
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“I remember that in the station corridors, there was the big poster for the new Johnson detergent.”
“The one of the girl covered with her own blood, in the middle of the rug in a modern living room furnished in white vinyl?”
“Yes, that’s the one. Should I describe the arrangement of the body? The knives, the cords, and all the rest?”
“No, you’ve already done that about ten times. Just the text.”
“The text says: ‘Yesterday, it was a tragedy…Today, a pinch of Johnson enzymic detergent and your carpet comes out like new.’ Above it, someone had written with a felt marker: ‘And tomorrow the revolution.’ ”
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“Fine…I’d like to know what need there is to take care of a girl your age as if she was a baby.”
“If you hadn’t come, I would have set fire to the apartment. I had already prepared the can of gasoline and the pile of sheets.”
The young woman shrugs her shoulders and says: “Don’t you go to school?”
“No”
“Ever?”
“No. Why should I?”
“Oh, to learn something.”
“What?”
“What a job!” JR thinks, as she walks back and forth in the room. She approaches the large bay window, raises the curtain, returns to the prone body which now rolls across the red carpet as if it were suffering from epileptic convulsions. She feels like giving it a good kick.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she says, “variable equations, or the captital of Maryland…”
“Annapolis!” the little girl shrieks. “That’s too easy. Ask another question.”
“Who killed Lincoln?”
“John Wilkes Booth.”
“How many seconds are there in a day?”
“Eighty-six thousand four hundred and twenty.”
“What’s an ulva?”
“A genus of green seaweed.”
“What do little girls dream of?”
“Knives…and blood!”
“Where are the women we love?”
“In the grave.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirteen and a half.”
“What do you see from the windows of this apartment?”
“Central Park.”
(That’s what it had looked like to me.)
“Is this part of it lit?”
“Yes, dimly… There’s a streetlamp.”
“And what can be seen near the streetlamp?”
“Three people.”
“Of which sex?”
“Two men, a woman… She’s wearing pants and a cap, but you can see her breasts under her sweater.”
“What is this lady’s name?”
“Her name–or at least what they call her– is Joan Robeson, or sometimes Robertson too.”
“What does she do?”
“She’s one of the fake nurses who works for Doctor Morgan, the psychoanalyst whose office is in the Forty-second Street subway station. The other nurses are blond, and…”
“But what is she doing here, now in the bushes bordering the park, with those two men. And who are those two men?”
“That’s easy: one is Ben-Saïd, the other is the narrator.
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And now there has just appeared a “cat” somewhere in the sentence, apropos of Sarah the half-caste: a deaf man and a cat. The deaf man, I’m convinced, is the trumpet player at “Old Joe’s.” But the cat has not yet played any part here, to my knowledge; so that can only be a mistake…
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Again the image of the eggs comes back, and the rapid sound of footsteps giving the impression of hampered, discontinuous flight; the shape and material of the three shells reproduce the model exactly, indeed the only thing that might arouse suspicion is their excessive perfection; but even so they are very lifelike eggs, hardly any bigger than real ones. Then a fresh figure in the ballet-fight emerges on the cross-ruled sheet with the simplified strictness of a diagram.
The image of the eggs yet again….And immediately afterwards comes the explosion, looking in the dazzling white light like a radiant, frozen sun behind the trees.
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p.s. Hey. ** Dominik, Well, you’re most very welcome. I feel weirdly extremely confident in our film, but no one has seen it but Zac and me, so I guess we’ll see if I’m delusional before too long. It was horrifying: the talking dog. Of course it had no idea that it was even talking. And how it was ‘saying’ ‘I love you’, but the look on its face was one of total confusion. I think I wrote about it in one of my novels. I delayed the carnival visit because some friends of mine who are out of town right now want to go with me. No, I didn’t figure out what the pink handkerchief meant. Maybe nothing. Maybe it just appeared, and I put it there unthinkingly. Ha ha, I like that term crop top. It’s ugly and effective. Enjoy your mom. What are you going to do with her, or, wait, what did you guys do? May I retroactively recommend Prater? Love wishing you a very happy Bastille Day, G. ** T. J., Hi! I just saw your email, and I’m going to open it when I’m finished up here today. Awesome, can’t wait to see the goodies. I saw Dinosaur Jr. a couple times, but it was in the post-Lou Barlow period, and I’d love to see them now that he’s back on board. Maybe they’ll come to Paris? ** Jack Skelley, Skullfuckery! I’m down to watch a Morrissey. Maybe ‘Blood for Dracula’ since you haven’t seen it? Helluva of FOKA line-up, obvs. I’m going to look up Lily Lady. Huh. What’s your day? ** David Ehrenstein, Ha ha. He was in that recent giant flop film ‘Babylon’, but I think only for a second. How are you, David? I think about you all the time and hope you’re doing as well as humanly possible. ** _Black_Acrylic, He’s been in lots of wonderful key films, so your investigation should have quite a pay off if undertaken judiciously. Yes, I’ve been daydreaming that millions of unsuspecting Taylor Swift fans have been rude awakened to the fact that music can actually be good. ** Bill, Hi, B. Shit, I hope your eye(s) are healing at lightning pace. I do remember Little Joe mag. I think … I might have written something for them, I can’t remember. We are in a lull of cool weather right now, unlike you, or so I read. I hope the Bay Area isn’t in the throes of that scary sounding heat wave. ** Mark, Hi, Mark. Cool coincidence. Me too, re: magic. When I was a kid I belonged to the Magic Trick of the Month club. They would send you a magic trick in the mail every month. It was so fucking exciting. Awesome that you saw Ricky Jay. A friend of mine who’s an actor played a magician in a film, and the production hired Ricky Jay to teach him how to fake it. I miss The Magic Castle. I even miss being forced to wear a suit coat and tie to enter. So cool about the zine. Excited. I saw Sparks here in Paris recently, and they were a total and complete joy. Plus The Bowl. Lucky you guys! ** Sypha, I turned that turn of phrase, wow. I’ll take the credit, thank you. Oh, yes, that’s me re: Lard. I can’t remember exactly, but I knew Paul Barker the bassist peripherally, and he asked me if they could use something of mine, and I said ‘Sure’, so that must be why. I’ll go listen to that EP and see if I can find myself. ** Kettering, Hi (not a safe word in this case, ha ha). Okay, well, you need to do what you need to do, as I suppose I do as well, whatever that is, so if I don’t see you for a bit take good care, and take it easier on your self, man. xo. ** Probably, male, Hi. Really nice to see you. Mm, I’m not really the human embodiment of what I write about. My writing exists in an imaginative space that’s pretty locked inside my head, and the things I write about scare me as much as they excite me. I’m definitely not a sadist. I’m very fascinated by sexual objectification and how it effects the imagination and how it can derange people in its more extreme forms. But sadism itself doesn’t interest me except as an effect of that objectification I just mentioned. It’s hard for me to imagine writing from a different perspective. I’ve been writing about what I write about since I was a kid. If you have an address, I can send you a copy of ‘My Loose Thread’. You can email me your address if you do: [email protected]. You can ‘borrow’ it on Internet Archive, but you have to join the site to do that. I think it’s free, though. Here. I like ‘Death Sentence’ because it’s like a novel that’s trying to disappear into itself. It’s kind of like the novel equivalent of Super Black or something. I don’t know if that makes sense. How are you doing? Happy to hear anything. My very best to you. ** Steve Erickson, Hi. I quite liked that Penman/Fassbinder book. I think it was in my mid-year favorites list. Strange and bizarre about the review rejection. I certainly agree about Penman’s overstatement of Fassbinder’s lack of prominence. Not in my outlying world. Mm, no, I don’t think Morrissey’s post-Warhol work is in the same league. I think a case could be made for ‘Forty Deuce’ perhaps. What about you? ** chas, Hi. ‘Planet Coaster’, nice. I haven’t played it, but I know what it is. I thought about Zelda too, but I hate fighting and battling in games, and I didn’t imagine loving having to run away from bosses every once in a while. Dude, okay, I think I need to play ‘Planet Coaster’. Your description is a total sell. I utterly and repletely fancy a trip. I’ll start packing my bags, or, wait, is baggage allowed? ** darbzilla🌚, darbzilla is worth repeating. I’m glad this place feels comfy. I live for Halloween season. Every year I go to LA and go to as many haunted houses as possible. I think my record is 28 of them one year. $30?! The good haunted houses are much cheaper or even ‘optional donation’. There’s a famous hillbilly haunted house in Ohio called Haunted Hoochie. I’ve never done it, but that’s one of my dreams. NYC is intense. Definitely prepare yourself for that if you end up dashing over there. One of my closest ever friends, this boy named Ziggy who I wrote my novel ‘Try’ partly about, ended up being homeless and has been living on the street in Oregon for years. He’s still alive, but it’s definitely not a happy situation for him. I read all of what you wrote with eyes peeled, no worries. I hope your day is the loveliest day of all your recent days. ** A, Hey. Ouch. I’ve never done cardio, or ever even set foot in a gym, and I’m doing okay, I think, we’ll see. But I get it, ouch. I don’t know what the Ricky Martin scandal is, but I’ll find out. And who Max Barz is, ‘cos I’m drawing a blank. Troye Sivan isn’t really my thing, but I did have coffee with his ex-boyfriend a couple of years ago. I’ll check the video. Sounds checkable. I was invited to Kenneth Anger’s memorial? How so, I wonder. Well, that’s an honor, and if I hadn’t been here, I would have been there for sure. Thanks for letting me know. Give your groin a break, man. I don’t know how you do that exactly but … yeah. ** Okay. Today I present to you one of my favorite novels by one of my all-time favorite novelists (and filmmakers), the unimpeachable Mr. Alain Robbe-Grillet. Feast on it or something. See you tomorrow.
Now available in North America 
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hey man,
I need to read this! It’s been a long time since I read any Robbe Grillet. BTW I saw Asteroid City (I really enjoyed it) and got a job. One of these at least is cause for celebration.
Hope you’re well
tomk
Probably, male l am excited for you that you are going to read My loose thread. <3 That is one of my favourite books. Dennis which of the two covers is your fave? I love both but l have soft spot for the green one because it is the one I read first so it feels like total portal to me
I ordered the Fassbinder book for my upcoming birthday and l am excited to read as l am huge lover of his films. Nice to know it's worth it. I am going to buy the Clementi one soon A few personal messages especially if I find a less expensive option but l am going to have for sure
My two new poems out with love <3
https://donotsubmit.net/2-poems-by-charalampos-tzanakis/
Yeah DJR are apparently doing some shows with Guided by Voices on this tour but unfortunately not in my neck of the woods. The actual album of unreleased Sparklehorse material doesn’t come out till September I think but 3 songs came out a few days ago and I’ve been basically playing the song “Evening Star Supercharger” on a loop since.
Late last year/earlier this year, watched ARG’s films BEAUTIFUL PRISONER & THE BLUE VILLA w/Fred Ward and they were both pretty interesting. VILLA kinda reminded the later weirder Orson Welles stuff.
Thanks , Dennis!!! My email [email protected]. Yeah, I read your interviews and I know – you’re nice guy. My question more about: do you think your novels still banged, if that been more focusing on desires of victims, than predators? Yeah, It’s cliche, and your work much difficult, but, anyway. I have some dates with creepy(but good pays ) guys. After that, I lost my money on my sex, and now I’m broke again) Everything else – fine. Big thanks for “My loose Thread”, waiting with shivers. Love, best wishes
As addition to my question about victims/predators: Do you imagine “American Psycho” through eyes of Patrick Bateman victims ? Or readers don’t take joy in that?
Hi, Dennis & Everybody!!
(That’s my comment…)
Ah, Robbe-Grillet, my old bête noire ha ha… incidentally I do recall enjoying this one to some extent, however.
Cool about the Paul Barker thing, I do like his bass work with Lard and Ministry and it’s no great shock to me that Ministry’s decline began around the time he left. There’s a big collage of images and text in the CD booklet in question so maybe it’s something in there?
Dennis! Man, I’ve been hella busy at work and after. I’m too old for this shit. Not really.
How was the pizza? Any suspected allergic reaction to the sauce?
Boooo on that red meat allergy. Especially because you gotta get bitten by an ugly tick to get it and who knows what else might happen. Having said that, I rarely eat red meat anymore. Only when it’s on sale, which isn’t often. It’s almost all chicken, eggs, fish, and a little pork for me.
Hope your weekend is good. I’m going out to eat tomorrow with my best friend (who won’t eat tomatoes because of the lectins in them), but I won’t be getting the $89 steak on their menu. Fuck that. Ain’t no food worth that.
Yes, Magic Castle, I’m sure the only times I’ve worn a jacket and tie in the last ten years has been to go there. I’m partial to the Houdini Room. I learned a few card tricks as a kid and some tricks, like Cups and Balls. I’ve done quite a bit of puppetry, which I consider a cousin of magic. I read your piece Jerk and was thinking about how I might approach producing it. I don’t know many ventriloquists – hahaha!
I had a thrill yesterday, I sat for two portraits by Don Bachardy. His home/studio is mind blowing, as he said, “the cupboard isn’t bare.” Such a lovely guy. I’m going to sit for him again soon. Do you know Ron Athey? I saw him at an event and he was giving me some tips on Athens.
*Happy Bastille Day!
Hi Dennis.
How are you? I’m ok. I had a rough day yesterday, so I apologize for not responding. I’m very interested in getting into Robbe-Grillet’s films, and this book seems like it would be a real treat. Thank you for the recommendation. The birthday cake shaved ice is just ice that tastes like birthday cake. I think it’s the syrup on top that does it. The carnival sounds fun. Soft serve from fairs and carnivals are always so good. Grilled cheese sandwiches are my favorite sandwiches. Oh that’s wonderful about the Mononoke location. I would love to go to Japan. I am also looking forward to his final film when it comes to the states as well. Good news is that I won’t be going to the reunion after all, so that’s a relief. I haven’t seen many Dallesandro films all the way through, but I think he looks really cute in what I’ve seen from Flesh. Any starters you would recommend? Last night I saw Marriage of Maria Braun. It’s my least favorite Fassbinder so far, but it’s still fantastic. Also listened to a lot of Misfits, early Swans, Bauhaus and Skinny Puppy. How do you feel about the Misfits? They’re one of my favorite punk bands (the Danzig era at least). Have a great day, Dennis!
Robbe-Grrillet is a postmodern Sade. I love his films, and not ust because they star my favorite axtor.
I am in deep, deepmorning sincee Bill’s deaht a qwwk ago.
I really do need to read this book. When I first stayed in Glasgow back in the 90s, I remember my girlfriend had a copy of something by AR-G and many other art students were reading him. Think it’s about time I caught up.
That lead excerpt on Robbe-Grillet may be the best take on his work I’ve read — including his own. Plan to watch La belle captive tonight in remembrance of Bastille Day.
Best wishes for the new movie.. and to all the blog regulars, too.
I finished my Dream Syndicate review and sent it off to my editor today. Thanks for answering my E-mail. Although I didn’t directly quote you, your background in the L.A. music scene was very helpful. Out of the unreleased material in this box set, the rehearsal demos and the live set from Reseda, California are pretty disposable, but the live show from Tuscon was worth an official release. It’s much more abrasive than any of their studio recordings, a mix of WHITE LIGHT/WHITE HEAT, free jazz and minimalist music.
For Gay City News, I reviewed Christian Petzold’s AFIRE: https://gaycitynews.com/afire-vacation-woods-climate-change-film/
I just finished Chloe Griffin’s Cookie Mueller biography, EDGEWISE. Did you know Mueller? The book’s trajectory, from the promises of freedom in the ’60s and ’70s to deaths from heroin and AIDS, is so depressing.
FORTY DEUCE is the only post-Warhol Morrissey film I’ve seen. From Letterboxd, MIXED BLOOD seems to have some fans.
Thanks Dennis. The eye feels ok, and I think I’ve worked out combos of lens/contacts for reading. We’ll see.
I think our “heat” wave just hit. But it’s a pretty wimpy one, and very welcome after a string of damp and cold days.
This Robbe-Grillet novel was really eye-opening when I first read it decades ago. I really should revisit it sometime.
I really enjoyed this recently, spotted on Steve Erickson’s feed:
https://letterboxd.com/billhsu/film/they-look-like-people/
Bill
Dennis, hi. Our trip into virtual space was a complete success, such a shame your memory of it got wiped on being reconstituted. I listened to ‘Glory Box’ by Portishead earlier, and its dreaminess is still slinking around inside my head. You ever try any of those graphic novel/dating sim type games? The couple I’ve played, I really enjoyed. That combo of choose your own adventure storytelling, simple gameplay mechanics and sexy manga style art is fun and has lots of potential, I think.
I was momentarily irked last night. As soon as I hit ‘post’ I thought, that word should read ‘raised’, not ‘rose’. It’s not like it mattered at all, but still, it kinda needled, like the word had pricked me with its thorns. Ouch.
Hey Dennis – Loved this Robbe-Grillet fiesta. The Nabokov section was a nice surprise and I agree w/ his insight that R-G did psychology at its best, its most complex and inclusive of environment, affect, etc. Maybe psychology has finally caught up to him. What inspired you seek out those Nabokov comments?
Enjoyed the R-G interview, too. He mentioned his autobiographies, which I’ve never read. Have you? If so, any in particular you recommend?
Heading out of the sweltering NC heat for a short trip to the mountains, where it should be blessedly cooler. Is it roasting in Paris now? See you round here when I get back.
Oh every time I get back here my name resets so I just improve new names until I get lazy/run out and just type “Darbz” again
R u planning on seeing the Barbie move lol. My typing method atleast here is to just write and disregard any thought and usually that takes abour 5 minutes depending on if I go on tangents and forget what im saying. I swear my grammar + writing style isnt that bad when I actually write things lol.
Oh God! Not Ohio! haha. The kid in my story lives there. And its this weird place I fantasies about. I was going to write this secret spin-off to my current book about this kid the character meets in the hospital who lives on a pig farm with an abusive dad and gets kidnapped by rednecks and kills ppl and feeds them to the pigs. All while the sideplot of him having a pet snake that he stole from the woods who speaks to him about things. Or something like that
I like the idea of a apathetic depressing “horror ” novel set in like buttfuck country where everyone is like a bunch of zombies and have an almost cryptic dialect.
Also insects and amphibians r cool. Always wanted a pet that would freak ppl out >: D
Well, yeah, obviously being homeless isn’t a good situation. We’ve been there. Granted it wasnt NY big city homeless, but regardless…yeah. Oh I hope they are ok. Really. I was really obsessed with t wait nvm I wont bring that up. I was about to ramble about trains lol.
I’m not dumb though. Really. Here is just not it. I don’t think there’s even a verbally possible way to communicate that with the people around me so its like whatever at this point.
Because, ya know, its not living in an enviroment with felt dolls and people who ya know ya lisnt “intense” enough i guess. I dont know what im saying?
OH! I dont know what else to say but I feel that would be a kind of mean plc to end but do you like Molchat Doma? Du mast!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c69eHlQrKaY
OMG wanna hear a coincident!? Right after writing this my friend texted me if I wanted to see the barbie movie wuth them lol
What the hell! I don’t believe you. You seem like you’d be so into working out, or cardio, or naturally athletic. Plot twist. Hahah, B didn’t know who Max was either and he was so in shock because the man knows every pornstar ever, from every decade. He’s a porn encyclopedia. His ex is pretty cool I hear from mutuals. Yeah, Troye is sort of sexless and artless, but here he is attempting for the Berlin bourgeois and it seems to have captured the Instagram children. Weird! I thought you knew and I told ‘the famous friend’, that ‘DC is knee-deep in Paris doing film edits on a deadline and trying to not die from the summer heat’, and they understood! I knew you’d be there too . Have you never talked to Brian Butler before? King Kong shoot and interview deadline is soon, early August. I’m badgering them to find the Paris photographer to shoot you and Zac… We will make it happen. Man, I’m amped for the Nulick drop, like XMAS day! It’s really hitting me now, exciting. Have a blast this Saturday.