The Heart is an Involuntary Muscle

The Heart is an Involuntary Muscle


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A brilliant, complex, witty, moving book about writing and writers.

Florence doesn’t like writers—they’re so full of hang-ups—and she likes their books even less, those corpulent things that aren’t even true. She only likes Zeno, but she’ll never admit it, even under pain of death. Zeno is her partner in their small website construction business, Mahone Inc., which has the brilliant idea of putting lesser-known artists and writers back in the limelight.

Zeno, on the other hand, loves writers, especially Pierre Laliberté, the mysterious and mythic novelist who lives like a recluse while awards and trophies tarnish and gather dust waiting for him. Because of Zeno, because of a stolen sentence, Florence finds herself following a trail that could lead her to Pierre Laliberté, this impostor who pillages other people’s lives as inspiration for his novels.

Proulx plays with the mystery genre, to write about literature and those who create it. But above all this is a book whose engaging characters pull us into their lives.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781550549911
Publisher: Douglas & McIntyre Ltd.
Publication date: 05/08/2003
Pages: 356
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Monique Proulx is one of Quebec’s most popular authors. A novelist, story writer and screenwriter, she has published five works of fiction, including Wildlives and The Heart Is an Involuntary Muscle, both of which were nominated for a Governor General’s Award. She also won the 1993 Prix Québec-Paris, le Signet d’Or de Plaisir de lire, le Prix des libraires du Québec and le Prix littéraire Desjardins. She lives in Montreal, Quebec.

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Niecierpek on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A book about what makes people read what others write, writers, and about the fact that no matter how hard we try to escape being emotionally engaged in life, life and destiny will catch up with us sooner or later. There are some really good parts in this book, but they more or less drown in a neurotic, PMSing narration of the main character. The character (Florence, 25 year old successful web designer)doesn¿t altogether ring true, and behaves more like a 16 year old. Funnily enough, the male characters seem to be more true and likeable than the female ones.Maybe all the female characters are the representatives of the writer herself and hence treated with no sympathy??There are some unnecessary twists and unfinished plot lines, but some good, self-deprecating humour as well. ¿In a 300-page book, there are always 250 pages too many. Reading books slows you down, softens you, it wipes you out. When you open a book, a particularly underhanded book, you¿re neutralized for hours, the captive of this corpulent mass that isn¿t even true, a creation that some neurotic fabricated out of the worst of his neuroses, the better to unload it on you and get it out of his life.¿ Ha, ha p.9(Well, it may even be true about this book:)Too much reminding me of Paul Auster's ideas and style as well.