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• Raymond Queneau (1903-1976). I fiori blu Il venticinque settembre. Fanciulleschi fiori, mettono in giogo dei maturi tempi.
• Recensione del libro «I fiori blu» di Raymond Queneau: analisi e commenti.

Raymond Queneau (1903-1976). I fiori blu Il venticinque settembre. Fanciulleschi fiori, mettono in giogo dei maturi tempi.

Queneau’s novels and poetry have found their way into English and have been kept in print by a Reich of mostly American, and several British presses, among them Dalkey Archive, Atlas Press, NYRB Classics, Oneworld Classics, New Directions, Carcanet, Sun and Moon Press, University of Illinois Press, University of Nebraska Press, and Penguin Classics. There are (at last count) twenty books of Queneau’s work in English—a couple out-of-print or expensive—but largely all readily available for your re Queneau’s novels and poetry have found their way into English and have been kept in print by a Reich of mostly American, and several British presses, among them Dalkey Archive, Atlas Press, NYRB Classics, Oneworld Classics, New Directions, Carcanet, Sun and Moon Press, University of Illinois Press, University of Nebraska Press, and Penguin Classics. There are (at last count) twenty books of Queneau’s work in English—a couple out-of-print or expensive—but largely all readily available for your reading delectation. This is both a pleasure and a curse. Twelve of Queneau’s eighteen novels are available, along with six collections of his poetry and two miscellaneous story and curio collections. This begs the question: is there too much Queneau in print? For a largely unknown (to English readers) “avant-garde” writer, twenty seems like an undue surfeit.

There are some writers whose best works are only translated while the duds remain in the original language, meaning we only read the best of their work and clamour for more, unaware the other material doesn’t bear translating as it will only allow us to cast critical light on our beloved hero(es). This is certainly true of Raymond. For The Blue Flowers is a turkey, no doubt about it.

(Except so it seems for an absolutely rapturous Italian readership—the Italian translation was done by their national bard Italo Calvino). I wanted this tiresome absurdist rubbish to end more than I wanted Patch Adams to end and my slow Robin Williams-induced death to follow. “Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again.

Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man,” – Zhuangzi. The Blue Flowers are extensive exercises on the theme of this dream “‘I often dream that I’m on “Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man,” – Zhuangzi. The Blue Flowers are extensive exercises on the theme of this dream “‘I often dream that I’m on a barge, I’m sitting in a chaise-longue, I put a handkerchief over my face and I have a little siesta.’ ‘Siesta handkerchief barge What sort of words are those? I cannot comprehend them.’ ‘They’re words I’ve invented to designate the things I see in my dreams’ ‘We’ve come a long way from sapiential and christian oneirology.

Your semantic science, my Lord stinks of heresy.’” Duke dreams that he is a man on a barge and a man on a barge dreams that he is duke Or maybe they both are just a dream of a blue flower Anyway the best time travels are those we accomplish in our dreams. I've been meaning to read more Queneau, but this mess of silly accents and bad puns (and single line asides in which a character kills 200 people) proves nearly unreadable to me. One of the back blurbs calls this 'wacky', which should have been a warning sign right off. Set aside, not necessarily to resume.

Later: felt humorless and undermotivated, read a bunch more, found myself still unable to work up the proper level of caring required to continue. Queneau seems to have some interesting for I've been meaning to read more Queneau, but this mess of silly accents and bad puns (and single line asides in which a character kills 200 people) proves nearly unreadable to me.

One of the back blurbs calls this 'wacky', which should have been a warning sign right off. Set aside, not necessarily to resume. Later: felt humorless and undermotivated, read a bunch more, found myself still unable to work up the proper level of caring required to continue. Queneau seems to have some interesting formal devices guiding this, for sure, but the central conceit - 20th century layabout on a barge dreams about a rebellious middle ages duke, who dreams about a 20th-century layabout - seems kind of slapdash in its execution.

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Download monarch program victims. Seriously, these guys are just dropping to sleep mid page with no transition left and right. Which, okay, jumping to another century without warning is a pretty unique narrative device, and it has a lot to recommend it, but it seems like it should have far more implications for the story. Neither of these guys care that much about their weird recurring dreams?

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There's probably some kind of existential question underlying it all but I suspect I won't be finding out what it is any time in the immediate future. (next: mail it to england).

An interesting book that alternates between two main characters who may or may not be the same person and who may or may not be dreaming each other. There isn't much in the way of plot, but you don't really read Queneau for plot. It's more for just the joy of the language. Now, supposedly this book is absolutely brilliant in the way Queneau uses the various aspects of the French language, intermingling high French and low French, but in the English translation, it doesn't seem like Barbara Wright An interesting book that alternates between two main characters who may or may not be the same person and who may or may not be dreaming each other. There isn't much in the way of plot, but you don't really read Queneau for plot. It's more for just the joy of the language.

Now, supposedly this book is absolutely brilliant in the way Queneau uses the various aspects of the French language, intermingling high French and low French, but in the English translation, it doesn't seem like Barbara Wright pulled it off.though one has to wonder how she might, given that there really isn't much of a King's English and a pauper's English anymore. Despite that lack of carryover though, the book is funny in a pun-tastic kind of way. Personally, I most enjoyed the narrative structure and how it switches from one to another and how it keeps you guessing as to what in the hell is going on. Over the last several years, Raymond Queneau has been one of my favorite authors.

After falling in love with the hilariously playful Zazie in the Metro, I began working my way through his catalog of books. His books are filled with laugh out loud wordplay, this one included, that are at the same time clever yet natural. However this book simply never grabbed me the way some of his others have. It's a very surrealist story about two characters in different times who are essentially the same chara Over the last several years, Raymond Queneau has been one of my favorite authors. After falling in love with the hilariously playful Zazie in the Metro, I began working my way through his catalog of books.

His books are filled with laugh out loud wordplay, this one included, that are at the same time clever yet natural. However this book simply never grabbed me the way some of his others have. It's a very surrealist story about two characters in different times who are essentially the same character. Unlike his other stories that seem to have a tight narrative structure even among the chaos, The Blue Flowers felt lost at times. If you're looking for one of his surrealist novels, I'd recommend The Flight of Icarus as it's more accessible and focused.