By Jean Echenoz
“A parodic mystery gleaming with wit” (L’Humanité), Big Blondes probes our common obsession with status as a tv documentary manufacturer attempts to trace down a popular singer who has mysteriously disappeared. A darkly comedic, noir-style journey de strength, it ultimately solutions the age-old query: do blondes have extra fun?
“Fluid, by no means forced…like a garment that matches superbly even inside-out” (Elle), Piano brings Dante’s Inferno to modern Paris, following Max Delmarc, a live performance pianist being affected by paralyzing degree fright and alchoholism, as he meets his premature demise and descends via purgatory—part luxurious inn, half minimum-security prison—into a latest imaginative and prescient of hell.
Running is “a small ask yourself of writing and humanity” (L’Express)—a portrait of the mythical Czech athlete Emil Zátopek, who grew to become a countrywide hero, successful 3 gold medals on the 1952 Helsinki Olympics while he used to be forced to stand the unyielding realities of existence lower than an authoritarian regime.
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