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Pourquoi je n'ai écrit aucun de mes livres [PDF / Epub] ☆ Pourquoi je n'ai écrit aucun de mes livres Author Marcel Bénabou – Larringtonlifecoaching.co.uk Marcel Bénabou is quick to acknowledge that his own difficulty in writing has plenty of company Words stick and syntax is stubborn, meaning slips and synonyms cluster A blank page taunts and a full o Marcel Bénabou is quick n'ai écrit PDF ↠ to acknowledge that his own difficulty in writing has plenty of company Words stick and syntax is stubborn, meaning slips and synonyms cluster A blank page taunts and a full one accuses Bénabou knows the heroic joy of depriving critics of victims, the kindness of sparing publishers decisions, and the public charity of leaving room in bookstore displays Why I Have Not Written Any of My books Pourquoi je n’ai écrit aucun de Pourquoi je MOBI :å mes livres provides both a respectful litany of writers’ fears and a dismissal of the alibis offered to excuse them.

  • Paperback
  • 109 pages
  • Pourquoi je n'ai écrit aucun de mes livres
  • Marcel Bénabou
  • Italian
  • 18 June 2018
  • 788824102179

About the Author: Marcel Bénabou

Emeritus professor of Roman n'ai écrit PDF ↠ history at the Paris Diderot University, Marcel Bénabou's work focuses on ancient Rome, in particular North Africa during Antiquity and acculturation and romanisation processes at work in these provincesA member of the Ouvroir de littérature potentielle or OuLiPo since , which he joined one year after his friend Georges Perec, the following year he became the.



10 thoughts on “Pourquoi je n'ai écrit aucun de mes livres

  1. MJ Nicholls MJ Nicholls says:

    This nonbook is an erudite, solipsistic essay on the torturous process of trying to complete a sentence. Bénabou is the definitively provisional secretary of the Oulipo, so it's no wonder he finds himself so intimidated when it comes to his own work.

    In the end, of course, despite the paranoia, navelgazing and discourse, he carves a strange and original niche for himself with the whole nonbook genre. I for one love this genre and wish other authors would write more nonbooks.

  2. Ben Winch Ben Winch says:

    In the beginning, a short sentence. Only half a dozen words; simple words, the first to come along, or almost the first. Assigned above all to mean that here ends a silence.


    Okay, you got me. That’s good advice: “the first to come along, or almost the first”. And “here ends a silence” – that’s poetry! Not that it’s anything new, mind, but Maurice Bénabou doesn’t make that claim.

    I am of course a bit late in joining the cohort of those who make the book the subject of their books, who make writing the theme of what they have written.


    Hence his paralysis – or near-paralysis. Hence his self-questioning. Here is a man who, it seems, has read one of everything; who knows and anticipates and forsakes all the tricks writers use to make spells of their books; who, at times, believed himself incapable – because too critical – of such magic. Starting from the certainty – or apparent certainty – of his calling, he then proceeded by reduction, deleting from his conception of his work everything that had precedent. There wasn’t much left. And ultimately, all he can do is describe the book that could have been, if all his restrictive parameters were fulfilled, via another book – this book – that is, inevitably, a compromise.

    Of all the obscure, or in any event poorly elucidated, facts of my past, the most surprising for me is still this one: why did I come to believe one day that I should write? A simple, seemingly obvious question, yet it took me a long time to feel the need to ask it of myself. It was only after a first long series of aborted attempts that doubt as to the validity of my “calling” appeared and that I came to wonder about the origins of what, until then, I had considered a kind of determination independent of my will. But after that questioning commenced, it did not cease; indeed, at certain times the better part of my work consisted of responding to it.


    Ah! Now (though again, such work is far from without precedent) we’re getting somewhere! Though Bénabou claims allegiance with Raymond Roussel, this positions him, for me, with Beckett. And, to me, it’s this struggle – to account for his writing, to justify it, to excuse it even – that gives his book depth. Why I Have Not Written Any of My Books, surprisingly, and despite all clues to the contrary (the familiar “playful” self-reflexiveness, the likewise playful direct address to the reader, the tortured convolutions of many of its playful sentences), is heavy, not least because it appears to have been born from suffering. Yet because of its author’s extreme distaste for such things, it never becomes, more than periferally, a sufferer’s memoir.

    I, after all, is only a word like any other, a simple tool – useful at times – with which it is not forbidden to play, provided, however, that the game does not, as sometimes happens, lead to self-idolatry.


    No danger of that here. Never, despite Bénabou’s canny observation that even self-mockery is a form of self-veneration, does he share more than is strictly necessary to convey the central dilemma that drives the book – a dilemma which, consequently, appears as close to universal as is possible. It’s all familiar, at least to this fellow self-questioner (who also hasn’t written any, or has written very few, of his books): at one point he even describes, in a short paragraph, his quasi-Pessoan detour through multiple personas, a phase which I’d been certain was hardly unique to Pessoa but of which, maybe, only those who do not write (or at any rate publish) their books have the luxury.

    Bénabou, in other words, is a fellow traveller, an underachiever made good who bequeathes us, if nothing else, the story of his Sysiphan labours. Why I Have Not Written Any of My Books is a slim book (or “non-book”, as Bénabou would have it) but it’s significant, because it takes us a step closer to a complete, complex, coherent archetype of heroic literary failure. And call me crazy, but in a world full to bursting with books, I say we need a few more non-books. With The Book of Disquiet, with Beckett’s Watt, with Robert Walser’s The Robber, Why I Have Not Written Any of My Books stakes out, boldly, almost despite itself, new territory. Vast territory; all Bénabou’s done, virtually, is put a fence around it. And while his non-book appears to be just more “writing about writing”, it is actually – subtly, deftly, movingly – about something else entirely: namely, Bénabou, the modest perfectionist, who would rather he’d never had to write about himself at all.

  3. Louise Louise says:

    Many passages in this book made me ask: why haven't I written this book?

  4. Tosh Tosh says:

    The book is playful about a serious subject. Writing. There is nothing funny about writing. It's hard man! I know because I write, and when I write something that I like - it is usually an 8 hour day getting that sentence right. It's crazy!

    Marcel Benabou wrote a really great little book that is always (in my studio) two or three feet away from me. I haven't read it since the late 90's, but it makes me feel warm that it is there when I need it. Hmm, I wonder what is thoughts are on Literary Crack, better known as Goodreads?

  5. Kate545 Kate545 says:

    This made me laugh.

  6. Lauren Albert Lauren Albert says:

    One finds oneself, after reading more than 100 pages, realizing that he has just written the book he has not written. It's not like you don't know you are holding a book in your hands, but somehow you get so caught up in his NOT writing--it's most of what the book is about--that it is still surprising to realize that his not writing has become his writing. Clever and surprisingly entertaining. A fine example, as Benabou writes at the end of the book, of the loser-wins strategy, of that bit of dialectic sleight of hand that makes of a collection of failures a path toward success. 10/09

  7. Stephen Stephen says:

    This book is saving me from the endless drudgery of reading textbooks on Information Retrieval Systems, Management and an Introduction to Library Science.

  8. Nick Scandy Nick Scandy says:

    I hear you, Marcel. I hear you.

  9. Andrew Andrew says:

    This book explains a lot...

  10. Aveugle Vogel Aveugle Vogel says:

    a tour of a house

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