My thoughts on Albertine Sarrazin’s 1965 novel, Astragal—recently reprinted by New Directions—are over at Numéro Cinq. The novel, written while Sarrazin was in prison for armed robbery, slots in nicely with the French New Wave movement. It really is a brilliant work, full of long, rhythmic language and cruel bouts of misfortune. Click on through to read the full report.
Benjamin Woodard 