With Apocalypse cookiesauthor Annie Du experiments with a unique form, straddling essay and autofiction, which proves to be a clever vehicle for transporting the reader into her psyche.
Story of a writer “attacked by a publisher, then by bedbugs”, this 166-page tirade invites us to inquire about the repercussions of literary #metoo, to be interested in the hidden stories and the traces left by those who walk on others.
“Sometimes I’m great for a dunce. » This very simple sentence well represents the self-deprecating spirit of the book, a form of intimate investigation into the annihilation of the writer, which she resists by bringing together in a work all kinds of disparate traces.
A patchwork of erratic emails, spontaneous cell phone notes – “this is perhaps the first book written on a cell phone” – and what appear to be diary entries, this dazzling work benefits from tasty humor by Annie Du, who practices what we will call here combat irony. Full of clever references, such as the assimilation of his attacker to the Prétextat Tach by Amélie Nothomb in Assassin’s Hygiene, Apocalypse cookies is an unclassifiable book which leaves an impression and which makes no apologies for being crude. And that’s very good.
Apocalypse cookies
Varia
166 pages