Una storia di speranza e rinuncia, di un sogno bohemienne che viene avvelenato dal desiderio delle cose, considerate come fine a loro stesse e non ammantate di fascino à la Huysmans, soccombendo nella spirale della normalità capitalistica. Una storia amara e spietata, perché raccontata con oggettività e senza ironia. Prova provata che Perec, qui al primo libro nel 1965, poteva scrivere di tutto.

“Sarebbe piaciuto loro essere ricchi. Credevano che avrebbero saputo esserlo. Avrebbero saputo vestirsi, guardare, sorridere come persone ricche. Avrebbero avuto il tatto, la discrezione necessari. Avrebbero dimenticato la loro ricchezza, avrebbero saputo non ostentarla. Non se ne sarebbero vantati. L'avrebbero respirata. I loro piaceri sarebbero stati intensi. Avrebbero conosciuto il piacere di camminare, bighellonare, scegliere, gustare. Avrebbero conosciuto la gioia di vivere. La loro vita sarebbe stata un'arte del vivere. ( )

2 early pre-OuLiPo novels of Perec. Given that Perec is in my top 10 favorite writers, I read everything that I come across by him & he can, basically, 'do no wrong'. As is usually the case, I like creative people who continue to be creative: ie: who manage to make new work that's significantly different from their older work. Perec exemplifies this. Each thing I've read by him has been significantly different from each other, each has been strong.

I'd call both novels vaguely (or, perhaps, not so vaguely) Existentialist. Wch is weird for me b/c I don't think I've ever called the writings of anyone other than the obvious Camus & Sartre that. They're not so vaguely sad & make me think of writing in general as a form of 'insanity'. I mean, what type of person chooses to spend their time in what's usually a highly isolated & isolating activity - probably in the hopes that other (often also isolated) people, the readers, will experience the product? THEN, who chooses to have that product be about, 1st, in "Things", a subtle (or not so subtle?) sense of perpetual dissatisfaction typically critiqued as "consumerism" but, perhaps, more indicative of an even broader human condition: a striving for the 'impossible' (or unlikely); & 2nd, in "A Man Asleep", about a person whose depression practically reduces them to a zombie? (Did you forget that that long-winded sentence was working toward being a question?)

According to David Bellos' introduction, Perec, himself, went thru a similar period to that of the main character (essentially the 'only' character) in "A Man Asleep". I'd've pretty much taken that for granted even if Bellos hadn't so informed me. The character, who mostly drops out of social society, reminds me of a guy I know who's reputed to've been a law student at a local university. Now he's a street person who claims he doesn't know what happened to himself - except that he developed a problem of feeling "paralyzed" & incapable of doing things. He says he tried to hang in there but cdn't. Now he's widely known as being the filthiest street person w/ the most tattered clothes. Perec's character fares much better. For one thing he has money that he budgets carefully, he has a place to live, he can afford to eat & go to the movies, he stays clean. But, otherwise, he's somewhat mind-numbing to read about.

&, of course, there's Perec's writing itself. His descriptions are marvelous & sensitive - no doubt in large part, here, thanks to David Bellos' & Andrew Leaks' equally marvelous & sensitive translations. ( )

I enjoyed Things much more than A Man Asleep. Being about the same age/at the same point in my life as the main characters, I found myself really identifying with the way the world appears to the Perec's characters. It doesn't do much to inspire hope for those who haven't "settled in" as far as life is concerned, but it's reassuring to remember we're all in the same boat. ( )

I enjoyed Things much more than A Man Asleep. Being about the same age/at the same point in my life as the main characters, I found myself really identifying with the way the world appears to the Perec's characters. It doesn't do much to inspire hope for those who haven't "settled in" as far as life is concerned, but it's reassuring to remember we're all in the same boat. ( )

Can't bring myself to finish this book because it feels like it's actively harming my health. It reminds me too much of paranoid thought spirals I would get into when I smoked too much weed in college. ( )