L'auteur et moi

Publié par Les Éditions de Minuit, le 06 septembre 2012

Résumé

Eric 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 Eric Chevillard are nothing alike. Language and logic are pushed to their farthest extremes in one of Chevillard's funniest novels yet.

Préhistoire

Du hérisson

Si la main droite de l'écrivain était un crabe - Tout est verrouillé. Ce n'est pas un hasard si le roman est la forme officielle de la littérature.

Le vaillant petit tailleur

Au plafond

L'OEuvre posthume de Thomas Pilaster

Défense de Prosper Brouillon

Le Caoutchouc décidément

Critiques