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« quelle satisfaction peut-on bien éprouver à ne pas comprendre quelque chose? »
Spent a pleasant evening last night reading Odile, par R Queneau (interview). It was his second novel and is one of the most refreshing things I have read for a while. It is a semi-autobiographical tale of a young flaneur cum mathematician, combining ace jokes and illuminating insights with a look at the Parisian surrealist demi-monde of the late 20s, as well as the narrator’s encounter with Odile and love. I can’t wait to work my way through the rest of the Ouli-shelf on Strathclyde’s 5th floor and the other Dalkey editions there.