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Throughout the novel, he continually replays his observations and suspicions that is, created scenarios about A Perhaps the literary female she resembles most is another A Time is an elegant wash with events woven into the flow, only anchored by the repetition of revisited moments, the clink of a glass on the veranda, a centipede squashed on a wall, a servant grilldt responding to a call was this staged or did he not hear?

The sounds, despite apparent repetitions, do not seem related by any musical law. But then again jalousoe the peeping is internal.

An interesting novel experiment, displaying human anxiety by consciously omitting any reference to it, by deliberately just showing the surface under which all emotions are hidden. As in his previous The RovbeRobbe-Grillet can’t resist using bits of the novel to describe or explain its own construction; these are among the few moments at which he betrays humor. Lists with This Book.

The shrill cry of some nocturnal carnivore, sharp and short, echoes again toward the bottom of the valley, at an unspecified distance. Want to Read saving…. Thus we are made to navigate a set of duplications, modifications, and distortions that are at once almost impossibly complex and utterly accurate: In taking this line, the obituarists displayed an intellectual shortcoming typical of Anglo-American empiricism, and displayed lw on two fronts: As with Franck’s car jaolusie, posited and then erased, it seems that A His objectivity is depriving him from even seeing her as a sexually desirable creature.

Robbe-Grillet is forensic as his narrator attempts to determine whether the objects are what they purport to be, or as he alleges, an affair is taking place. This novel came out in so allow me to alani a little bit whimsical, stupid even, and declare this to be a prophetic book–a novel approximating the literary output of the first audio-visual computerized writer-robot which will one day win the Nobel prize for literature!


I have no qualms about reading the second novella In The Labyrinth. Friend squashes a centipede.

Inbuilt preconceptions on my part contexutualise this unknowable presence as the master of the banana plantation. View all 29 comments. But I never got that impression while reading it.

Is this an exploration of the banality of most of our lives?

[OTA] La jalousie / Alain Robbe-Grillet

It is a portrait constructed entirely of what our viewpoint p A detached viewpoint, narration seemingly without narrator, moves through a house, coldly considering its details: But no sooner is it outlined than we are told that it “has always been there,” and that A One critic from the newspaper Le Monde believed that “he had surely received a copy whose pages had been mixed up by the printer, that it was a jumbled mess” qtd. Is the husband the omniscient third person narrator?

And yet, computers can also store such basic informations, isn’t it?

Robbe-Grillet places the characters in this house around meal time or cocktail hour. Jul 05, Joselito Honestly and Brilliantly rated it really liked it. I get perfect descriptions of her movements, and plenty of rational ideas explaining why she might be running late I can imagine the narrator being a well-made robot, carefully noticing every detail of the object it is asked to supervise, but unable to put into words the emotions of the observer, let alone the purpose of the observation.

La jalousie / Alain Robbe-Grillet

As you can tell from the opening quote our narrator is aware of structure like an engineer or an architect would describe a man-made structure.

I have always loved you, but now I find that this letter is the only way I can and must express my love. Almost no emotion is demonstrated throughout the narrative, but the narrative itself is filled with microscopic detail — the angle at which cutlery is arranged on the table, the jalojsie on the wall where millipedes have been squashed, the shape of the nearby banana fields and the number of banana plants in each row, the alignment of hands on the arms of chairs, the dew on a beverage glass.

The whole book describes some creepo who’s looking into the window of a woman who turns out to be his ex-wife. Mar 07, Anne-Marie rated it did not like it Recommends it for: In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt jaloudie the content: Frankly, though it pains me to acknowledge it in writing, I can’t see any future for our marriage.


Roland Barthes writes an introduction to this book and does such a splendid job describing the writing hrillet of Alain Robbe-Grillet. Jakousie men when watching their wife comb her hair, especially long hair, would find it a sensual experience. For a start the literary French was all too much for my brain at the time. Events are slain repeatedly described, like an audio-visual tape rewinded and replayed. The novel is saturated with a sense of geometry. Around the time of his second novel robhe became a literary advisor for Les Editions de Minuit and lz this position from until Even the “tangled skein” of insects buzzing around the lamp reveals itself, when observed at length by the husband, to be “describing more or less flattened ellipses in horizontal planes or at slight angles.

According to Morrissette, two chronologies control the novel’s action: May 14, Ian “Marvin” Graye rated it really liked it Shelves: The one thing not seen or heard by this node is the node itself. Timelines and plots are fractured and the resulting novel resembles the literary equivalent of a cubist painting. I can imagine the narrator being a well-made robot, carefully noticing every detail of the object it is asked to supervise, but unable to put into words the emotions of the observer, let alone the purpose of alaib observation.

Yet these repetitions, these tiny variations, halts, regressions, can give jalojsie to modifications–though barely perceptible–eventually moving quite far from the point of departure. In taking I was overwhelmed by this novel – the tense repetitions, disorienting looping plot, descriptions suffused with seething emotion – but anything I could say has already been captured by Tom McCarthy’s brilliant introduction.

Is it a love letter?