"But what is owed to you, dear Odysseus? And for what, because you consider it your due, are you responsible? For the moment, you sink with the others, you suffocate, you moan and become pale, turquoise perhaps beyond the iris, the face and the whole body, enrolled by the waters." Fluid, it is the return of Ulysses to his homeland, an Odyssey therefore, one more rewriting, a desire to redeploy the myth and dream of Homer's legacy or rather to derail the poet's song, to integrate the grotesque, the absurd, the saturation of asses and idiots and to restore light to the female figures who mark the path of this anti-hero. >> Details

The hero of this book is a French teacher who strives to contain all sorts of contradictory impulses deep inside him. A lover of young girls and classical music, a great reader and a follower of a well-tempered epicureanism, he intends to make the most of the pleasures of middle age. However, one spring day, the carousel of pleasures breaks down and begins to wander. The unfortunate man realizes that our era is singularly lacking in style and elegance. He must grapple with a sordid reality whose existence he never even suspected. Thus begins a journey that will take him to the end of himself. Beyond masks and appearances, to the heart of a hubbub where he will end up experiencing a happiness he had never dared to aspire to. >> Details

Il y a des vides entre mon avis et mon intuition. Tout le monde vivra ce que je vis. Entre de telles pensées, pas de repos. Je ne peux pas révéler ce que je sais.                                                    

Gilbert Bourson's States and Places of Eros is one of the author's major texts, in the tradition of Bataille, certainly, and Mallarmé as well. The love fair of the split sex gives birth to a renewed language, churned with desire. A wild syntax of incredible evocative power. Let us emphasize, as Foucault did with Roussel, the "unforeseen" of creation, the phonic chance. These portraits of Eros embrace all bodies, especially dreamed bodies, crushed, taken from all ends. But States and Places of Eros is not only that. It is the search for Eros lost in the wrinkles of aging; what becomes of lost Eros, blind voyeur of the little girl on the swing, swinging? Perhaps he went to Kitège (this book doesn't mention it, which is no reason not to mention it here) so as not to die, never to die, in the invisible city, the place of deployed withdrawal. Who knows... Philippe Thireau >> Details

Ce roman est une fantaisie, un appel aux miracles. Il débute à l’enfance et s’élance là où la narratrice a souhaité qu’il s’achève : ici !

Il faut se méfier d’un tel récit. La dissimulation s’impose et s’y expose. En ce sens sa « vérité » reste aussi dérisoire que précieuse, fallacieuse que réelle. Chacun peut entrer dans ce jeu. C’est comme, à l’image de certains des personnages, de prendre le train. Dans la danse des bogies boogies s’attachent des souvenirs, des rêves, des fantasmes, des chagrins. Qui n’a pas eu la volonté de sauvegarder de la vue du monde, un tel univers privé qui échapperait aux lois du monde ? Toutefois la nudité que l’écriture exhibe n’est que trace, bavure. Un autour. Un atour. Ce n’est donc pas forcément le corps qui apparaît. Il se voudrait un mollusque à ventouses il n’est que pieuvre littéraire. On pourrait se contenter de moins.                                                                                                                                            Jean-Paul Gavard-Perret

Anne Perrin's surprising little book with its blunt title that bluntly sets the reader off on the scent of "Tu la baises" could be read as the erotic version of her superb collection "Lui dit-elle/Pour un absent" (She told him/For an absent person). She meets a man who presents himself as ephemeral, a night pirate who immediately goes to her head and stomach. I won't reveal the stages of this bitter and wild story of sex which is also, and perhaps above all, a moving love story that tries to stem the flood of feelings thanks to the crudeness of the dialogues. What strikes you first in this short text is its frenetic rhythm, like a vertigo where the real and the virtual merge in an incessant dance of words, those that we say are dirty, but which under the novelist's fingers acquire a purity of a stream that, at the end of the tale, carries us away. Pierre Lepère >> Details

De retour de la planète Julien Boutreux, et après un temps fragmenté sous une constellation de territoires et créatures aux mœurs étranges, la pensée de l’auteur nous renseigne sur une Terre orgueilleuse par méconnaissance de cinquante textes-après-demain-dystopies-pour-tout le monde ; ça se lit sur le chemin des morts attendues, mais debout, à la frontière des plus précis maintenant.