I just wanted to put this up on the blog. Alain Robbe-Grillet died while I was at the first day of Vinisud, and the hotel TV in Montpellier didn't bother to tell me so on any of its several channels; in the end I found out from my free Figaro
on the flight home. Here's the Guardian's obituary:Alain Robbe-Grillet | Obituaries | guardian.co.uk Books
After Kathy Foley's piece in the Sunday Times
We have few, if any, counterparts to the American blogging elite, whose online dispatches zing with flair, attitude and insight, not to mention - in some cases - with intellectual rigour...
I'm a bit afraid of getting anywhere near the highbrow oche - I just want to mark the passing of an author I admire. I never saw the use in getting too theoretical about the nouveau roman
. I just like reading those books. Some people need intellectual rigour as a rod to beat others (or themselves) with. Takes all sorts.
I saw M. R-G about twenty years ago when he was part of a John Calder roadshow with Snoo Wilson and William Burroughs' emanuensis, whose name I forget. Eugene Ionesco was meant to be there too, but was unavailable. I remember being pretty fed up about that, but the curious assembly formed an impressive quorum as it was.