Críticas:
Vila-Matas's touch is light and whimsical, while his allusions encompass a rogue's gallery of world literature.
Mr. Vila-Matas shows that the reasons for (and the consequences of) not writing fiction can, in a funny way, be almost as rich and complicated as fiction itself.
I'm reading Vila-Matas's book like a novel, a very good novel in which the narrator gives us exhaustive information about the protagonist who happens to be himself. I don't know him personally, nor am I planning to meet him, I prefer to read him and let his literature pervade me.--Pedro Almodóvar
Reseña del editor:
This brilliantly ironic novel about literature and writing, in Vila-Matas’s trademarkwitty and erudite style, is told in the form of a lecture delivered by a novelistclearly a version of the author himself. The “lecturer” tells of his two-year stintliving in Marguerite Duras’s garret during the seventies, spending time with writers,intellectuals, and eccentrics, and trying to make it as a creator of literature:“I went to Paris and was very poor and very unhappy.” Encountering such luminariesas Duras, Roland Barthes, Georges Perec, Sergio Pitol, Samuel Beckett,and Juan Marsé, our narrator embarks on a novel whose text will “kill” itsreaders and put him on a footing with his beloved Hemingway. (Never Any Endto Paris takes its title from a refrain in A Moveable Feast.) What emerges is afabulous portrait of intellectual life in Paris that, with humor and penetrating insight,investigates the role of literature in our lives.
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