Frame Motion Motion من عند Varreddes, فرنسا
It is entirely possible that you will hate this book. Like really, violently hate it. It tends to provoke that response from certain people, and if you're one of them, I get it, I really do. If you aren't, though, there's a lot here to like. Not the least of these is that this is a book with all the trappings of postmodernism, like the footnotes (see, I told you that you'd hate it) that doesn't have the same bleak, aliented, and increasingly boring worldview of most postmodern fiction. This is a book that takes the 'self' that other books like it have been pulling apart for years, and tries to put it back together again. My feeling is that this is something that comes out of the time Wallace spent with addicts to get the AA sections right - these are, after all, people engaged in rebuilding themselves one step at a time. It looks like he saw these people and decided that, damnit, some things are just true. The state of footnote fiction being as it is, this turns out to be actually a shocking and original idea.
This one didn't grab me the way his others have.
Even though these books are from the 1930's they are still in pretty cool to read.