comme d'habitude [elle] rêve des trains

the thing about Alain Robbe-Grillet ("the" thing) is he always underestimates how silly and incoherent things already are before he heroically makes them silly and incoherent on purpose, this is obviously true of his later films which he thinks are subversive and not "functional" (consumable) as exploitation cinema because they're nonlinear & citational or whatever but so is Literally Any Rollinade, the further out into genre cinema you go the less anyone cares for the humanist-realist paradigms (for once in this context correctly identified as "bourgeois") we all love to crinkle our noses at, and now halfway through Les derniers jours de Corinthe (the last of his three autobiographies) he's met a 2500-year-old fairy who is forcing him to open only 3 out of x of doors to find the fountain of youth & if he chooses wrong he will die & be forgotten or something and it's not that this isn't entertaining but ... Alain … I have read at least one commercial celebrity memoir this year where this passage could have happened 1:1 without the author displaying the slightest ambition to reform the concept of life writing. you know.