A whimsical but profound text, a strange descent into futility of any action, any will, written with a corrosive humor that I had not yet discovered at Gide. For proof, speaking of 'newspaper' that the narrator wishes throughout the narrative: 'The agenda is good, I thought, because if I had not scored this morning that I had had to, I could forget it, and I could've did rejoice having made the point ' A key novel!
