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268 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1971
It is essential indeed that the second person allows nothing to interfere with his plans however irresponsible these might be, and that the first person persists in his stubborn and determined recording, and that finally the third person do nothing, nothing but wait to see what will happen to him and to the others who are involved with him.
4/5 (85%)
This is an antinovel, not merely in the sense that it is an immensely experimental work which it is, but also in that the text actually and constantly refuses to become a novel. There is the recorder person A who records what the inventor person B was preparing to do during a year long self-isolation when he person B that is was supposed to write a book about a young Jewish immigrant person C who travels to America after WWII. And all this is of course presented by the author that would be Raymond aka person D. Simple? Great, moving on.
The most ficticious aspect of this book meaning what is presented as ficticious within the already fictional universe, the life of the young immigrant, is actual the realest one. It is from what one gathers the autobiographical story of Federman altered to a degree and through fragmentation. What ends up occuring is a split narration of person B's preparations and person C's story—both narrated by B.
Unfortunately I bought a previous edition the 1998 one and missed on Federman's preface in the most recent edition 2008 which I would've enjoyed reading as I am really curious as to his thought preocesses, especially forty years after he wrote it. This is the first work of his that I've read and I barely know anything beyond this about him or his books. I actually thought this was a 1998 novel see above and it took me a while to realize it actually came out in 1971 what a fucking idiot this guy is. The only reason I came to this realization at that specific point in time was that the book's typesetting seemed dated; quite crampled in various points and I wondered why a book so dependent on its typographical structure isn't cleaner. Then I realized it came out 50 years ago, and so I shut my mouth since I can barely manage something like this now 18.12.2020 check back with me in a few months though. However after looking around in order to write this review I realized that the 1998 edition which actually first came out in 1998 is not identical to the 1971 one. There have been typesetting adaptations throughout the work, and so I circle back to my original complaint: why isn't it cleaner? Federman bro I have astigmatism. It's not easy reading this shit when one word is on top of another. I'm completely unaware if the book underwent further adaptations for its 2008 publication.
I love typographical shenanigans, and just two (?) weeks ago I gave House of Leaves five stars. Why didn't I do the same here? Besides the typesetting thing? Oh, just one reason. Noodles. Yup. That's right. A fair amount of the noodle shapes seemed pointless. To this day which is the same day I finished it but it's after midnight now so not really I just don't get them. Why do they exist? Do we really need a page-sized dollar sign filled with phrases "Noodle cents" and "Noodle money"? . I suppose its only function is for comedic effect but there's plenty of that already. This image along with a couple of others just felt tasteless, a bit on the nose. Besides these, I've got no complaints. This is Federman's debut novel—and a pretty astonishing one at that. It's only natural that there would be some questionable elements in it. As I've mentioned I know very few thing about him, I've no idea what his later work looks like I'll make sure to find out.