...was a very strange book. those French authors! i'd love to hear some opinions about it if anyone wants to pick it up. it was really short, and i read it chiefly in a day. but...well, i like to switch from one book to another sometimes so i might just be weird like that.
there was a ton of sunlight imagery in the book, and a lot of attention paid to time of day, weather, temperature. the man spends his life basically living in reaction to physical needs or wants and has almost no emotional responses...until he is facing his death, and even then it is questionable how "normal" he really is (meredith--a prepositional verb!). he is an incredibly strange, almost eerie character. it is a picture of a life when nothing matters, nothing holds any weight accept eating, sleeping etc...
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