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...attended, as a metaphor of his homeland, and in reciting what he sees as the horrors of life at school suggests what he thinks of life in Peru. More sophisticated is The Opoponax (Simon & Schuster) by France's lissome Monique Wittig, 31. A disciple of Alain Robbe-Grillet, the French fanatic whose "objective" novels systematically reduce people to objects, Author Wittig has composed a synoptical illusion that describes how a little girl grows up by assembling on the page a collage of things she did-not a word about the things she thought or felt. French critics have called...
...gruelingly realistic description of life on a moldering plantation in French Indo-China, where she grew up. Since then, Author Duras has had very little to say, but she has shown uncommon ingenuity in finding new ways to say it. She studied the "ex-teriorist" novels of Alain Robbe-Grillet and Nathalie Sarraute and learned to create characters that are all skin and no insides. She tried her hand at avantgarde drama and learned to produce dialogue so obscure it passes for profound. She wrote several scripts (Hiroshima, Man Amour, Moderate Cantabile) for the French New Wave directors and learned...
Alain Resnais is, of course, notorious for exploiting this state of affairs to the limit. Hence the hypnotic effect of his films. His counterpart in literature, Alain Robbe-Grillet, who wrote the screenplay of Resnais' second film, Last Year at Marienbad (1961), speaks for Resnais when he calls his own work "an attempt to construct a space and a time purely mental--that of dreams, for example, or of memory...
...with many another traveler before him, being a tourist brought out the worst in Michel Butor. A gifted disciple of French antinovelist Alain Robbe-Grillet (TIME, July 20, 1962), Butor is notable because he uses a different technique with every book and turns out intense and interesting fiction just the same. But in recounting his recent six-month tour of the U.S.-and in switching from novels to what might loosely be called nonfiction-Butor has produced a whopping-bad nonbook. It presents America in a nightmarish jumble of road signs, city names, ornithological notes and grim historical oddments...
...cannot distinguish between the people they felt like murdering and those they actually did murder; they feel as guilty for their thoughts as for their deeds. In brooding conversations in their cell, they mull over the infinite possibilities of their guilt in the neorealist manner made familiar by Robbe-Grillet's Last Year at Marienbad...