Do
the lists always work? Isn’t there an emptiness behind pages of detail? It is a
work of immense care and attention, yet are the rooms of the house full of
scrappiness? As a fan of inventories this book is a wonder to read – yet the
reader is left too often with a disjunction, between the objects of the room
and the person, that cannot be solved, cannot be soldered. One imagines the
rapidity of the puns, the verbal play, the suggestiveness of styles in the
French, which in translation cannot achieve the same effect. Perhaps, as in
‘Ulysses’ or Rabelais, listing and listing has its own momentum and thrill, the
only way to say “there is more” is to say more and more. The curiosity of the
curiosity shop, the curiosity of the plan Perec set himself in writing each
chapter along such restricted lines of play – these things keep the fascination
long after the objects and their connotations have started to wear out. Again
though, what delight to have someone who makes us aware in a novel way of the
hundreds of things that we surround ourselves with and live in common with,
daily.
Answer
to the first question: what do you mean ‘work’? Answer to the second question:
what do you mean ‘behind’? Answer to the third question: only what is on the
page.
Entry
in Notebooks, 5th July 1989
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