Fiction. "The narrator of THE PARK watches from his window, his balcony: the avenue, the park, the couple in the apartment across the way. He is attached to the woman. He returns to his room, to his notebook. She is someone he has loved or hopes to love. He is a friend dead in the war. I is sometimes a child, sometimes the author and sometimes He. There is no absolute division between He and I, the observer and the observed. The words of the book are those being written in the notebook. One of the most poetical examples of the 'new novel' in France,present and past time are mingled in a work that is a record of its own writing"--Choice, 1970.
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...In a leather arm-chair, to the right of the fireplace and the standard lamp, a man is sitting in profile, glass in hand. In front of him is a woman. I can see her red dress through the net curtains, her animated gestures, the movement of her lips when she speaks, his slight inclination of the head as he listens to her.