The Blogger : Alain Robbe-Grillet – “The Voyeur”

ABOVE: This cover lies. Don’t judge a book by its cover!

The blogger (who is naked, although that is of no importance) sat on a swiveling grey chair before his writing desk. The chair was partially plastic, but there were other materials involved in its composition, such as cloth and foam padding, and probably some screws somewhere in its body. It swiveled left and right, and could in fact, swivel circularly if enough physical force was applied to it. The desk, placed in intimate proximity to the chair, was composed of several wooden planks arranged in such a manner that their planes, some vertical and some horizontal, met perpendicularly in order to create what most would describe as a desk. Other observers could, of course, label it as a table, with no particular loss of accuracy, although tables don’t usually have drawers, and this desk had two drawers, which jutted a little and perhaps could contain something exciting, (like a gun or a folder with state secrets) but not at this point in the narrative. Maybe later. At the moment, the drawers are empty and of no relevance whatsoever. They are mahogany, though, and rectangular, after the fashion of most drawers. The drawers can slide in and out of the desk with ease, placed as they are on thin metal rails. They are not currently sliding, or doing anything, because as stated they are not symbolic. Although I suppose they could symbolize the emptiness of life, or how we just slide along in predetermined patterns. Hell, maybe the drawers remind you of empty coffins. Really, there could be entire courses taught at the Sorbonne about the mysterious meaning of the drawers. But for now the drawers are only mentioned because they are in a desk and there is a laptop computer on the desk. The laptop computer is not on a lap, though, so it is probably best considered as a regular computer. The computer is roughly rectangular, JUST LIKE THE DRAWERS AND THE DESK. Also rectangular is the keyboard, in which little square buttons can be seen, but no keys. Perhaps it should be called the button-board instead! That would make so much more sense. The button-board has the entirety of the alphabet in it, including S and even B. In addition, there are other symbols. Or are they symbols? Is a symbol symbolic if there is no meaning to it? But of course if there is NO meaning, then an impartial, idle mind could assign ALL meaning to meaninglessness. The keyboard is being used by the blogger. Remember him? He’s no longer naked. He’s suddenly inexplicably dressed as a nun. The blogger types the following statement:

“When I pick up a French novel called ‘The Voyeur’, I expect something a little saucier than this. I get what you’re doing, Monsieur Robbe-Grillet. But you’ll agree it’s a little on the boring side.”

RATING: SHRUG

P. S.:

And yet I still want I want to explore his films, (which I imagine must also eschew plot).

ABOVE: Stills from Robbe-Grillet’s “L’Artsy Oooh-lala de Tristesse, Part Deux.”

 

 

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “The Blogger : Alain Robbe-Grillet – “The Voyeur”

  1. Pingback: Literature is Fire and Water – Mario Vargas Llosa – “Making Waves” | THE PAGEAHOLIC

Say What You Need To Say

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s