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The daring, mischievous micro-essays of award-winning French humorist Éric Chevillard, published in English for the first time
?ric Chevillard here seeks to clear up a persistent and pernicious literary misunderstanding: the belief that a novel's narrator must necessarily be a mouthpiece for his or her writer's own opinions. Thus, we are introduced to a narrator haunted by a deep loathing for cauliflower gratin (and by a no less passionate fondness for trout almondine), but his monologue has been helpfully and hilariously annotated in order to clarify all the many ways in which this gentleman and ?ric Chevillard are nothing alike. Language and logic are pushed to their farthest extremes in one of Chevillard's funniest novels yet.
Comprise fifty-two chapters that provide insights into the existence of this nebulous man named Crab, his absence from the pages of history, his birth in prison, and his never having been born at all. This book parodies literary conventions, deconstructs narrative and meaning, and combines absurdity and hopelessness with irony and humor.
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