Amazon.com Review
Fans of post-modern fiction will love Éric Chevillard's new novel,
The Crab Nebula, where paradox piles on top of non sequiturs and time runs sideways until all trace of coherence is lost in the flood of words and images. Readers who enjoy linguistic acrobatics and are comfortable amid chaos will find
The Crab Nebula an entertaining read. However, those who prefer more traditional fare should keep looking.
From Library Journal
In this first translation of his work into English, the French novelist Chevillard attempts to pen the "biography" of Crab, a loser, a Great Man, a maimed artist, a nobody, but gives up because the author discovers that "Crab had been born dead." Crab is knocking against the human condition. He hopes to "learn his true nature" by biting the nails of his left hand when he feels apprehensive and the nails of his right hand when he feels impatient, so that in the evening "the condition of his two hands will tell him who he really is." Crab "wants nothing so much as the chance to enter the service of a passion, an idea." The details of his sad life touch the reader in all their familiar, human futility. Chevillard seems to delight in undercutting his Crab, physically and emotionally, like a cat with his prey, like God with man. The American reader, while appreciating the author's ability to render in crisp, witty language the absurdities of existence, is not entirely engaged by the work. Nimbly translated, this novel will appeal to comparative literature collections.?Amy Boaz, "Library Journal"
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