{"id":46884,"date":"2013-02-15T11:39:09","date_gmt":"2013-02-15T16:39:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=46884"},"modified":"2013-02-15T12:57:58","modified_gmt":"2013-02-15T17:57:58","slug":"what-were-loving-fictional-memoirs-unreliable-narrators","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2013\/02\/15\/what-were-loving-fictional-memoirs-unreliable-narrators\/","title":{"rendered":"What We\u2019re Loving: Fictional Memoirs, Unreliable Narrators"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/51eJO4rgNrL.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-46887\" alt=\"51eJO4rgNrL\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/51eJO4rgNrL.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"475\" \/><\/a>As we close our Spring Issue, plan\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/store.theparisreview.org\/products\/the-spring-revel-2013\">our Spring Revel<\/a>, and try to find a new office, I\u2019ve been taking refuge in two books at once. At dinner I\u2019m reading Edward Limonov\u2019s outrageous and very funny \u201cfictional memoir\u201d <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/0394530640\/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0394530640&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=theparrev0f-20\" target=\"_blank\">It\u2019s Me, Eddie<\/a><\/em>, about living as a penniless \u00e9migr\u00e9 in a New York SRO. In later years, Limonov has had a confusing political career (he may be the only living Russian poet to have raised a private army or campaigned for Zhirinovsky), but back in 1978 he was pure punk. After dinner it\u2019s the new translation of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.indiebound.org\/book\/9781590515389?aff=theparisreview\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Climates<\/em><\/a>, by Andr\u00e9 Maurois, an irresistible, micro-Proustian novel about a jealous husband and the woman who tries to save him. I can\u2019t explain why these two books go so well together, except to note that each one broods on a painful breakup, and that I don\u2019t want either one to end. <strong>\u2014Lorin Stein<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve been paging through the late Richard Stern\u2019s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/0472050907\/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0472050907&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=theparrev0f-20\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Still on Call<\/em><\/a>, a collection of essays, reflections, and general miscellany. In one section, Stern describes his encounters with other writers, including a near-stalking of Sinclair Lewis in Central Park and a leisurely lunch with Thomas Mann, but it was Stern\u2019s meeting with \u201cJapan\u2019s most distinguished poet,\u201d Shuntar\u014d Tanikawa, that especially interested me. Unfamiliar with Tanikawa, I tracked down a translation of his 1980 collection, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/0915986183\/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0915986183&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=theparrev0f-20\" target=\"_blank\"><em>At Midnight in the Kitchen I Just Wanted to Talk to You<\/em><\/a>, and felt an immediate affinity after reading \u201cMy Favorite Things,\u201d\u00a0Tanikawa\u2019s take on Oscar Hammerstein\u2019s famous lyrics. If you can\u2019t get your hands on a copy of the collection, you can still read the poem <a href=\"http:\/\/coldgreentea.tumblr.com\/post\/13830845602\/my-favorite-things-by-shuntaro-tanikawa\" target=\"_blank\">here<\/a>.\u00a0<strong>\u2014Brenna Scheving<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Who writes a novel-length <a href=\"http:\/\/www.merriam-webster.com\/dictionary\/lipogram\" target=\"_blank\">lipogram<\/a>, and furthermore, who translates it? Sadists? Cat lovers without a cause? Georges Perec and Gilbert Adair have, respectively, accomplished this feat.\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/1567922961\/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=1567922961&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;tag=theparrev0f-20\" target=\"_blank\"><em>A Void<\/em><\/a> (translation of the French title, <i>La disparition<\/i>) could rescue you from the winter doldrums as a cerebral, cleverly disguised detective tale. Written sans the letter <em>e<\/em>, it forces you to acknowledge the absence while following the protagonist, Anton Vowl. In this paragraph alone, I have used <em>e<\/em> sixty-two times. If you need further evidence of Perec\u2019s merit as a writer, look at his author <a href=\"http:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/15923.Georges_Perec\" target=\"_blank\">photo<\/a>. <strong>\u2014Kendall Poe<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I picked up a galley of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.indiebound.org\/book\/9780399161469?aff=theparisreview\" target=\"_blank\"><em>The Other Typist<\/em><\/a> on a whim, and from the first page was absorbed: I haven\u2019t been able to put it down. Suzanne Rindell\u2019s story of a 1920s police stenographer who becomes increasingly obsessed with a glamorous new typist reminds me at points of <em>Notes on a Scandal<\/em> and Patricia Highsmith, but has creepy charms all its own. <strong>\u2014Sadie Stein<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As we close our Spring Issue, plan\u00a0our Spring Revel, and try to find a new office, I\u2019ve been taking refuge in two books at once. 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