First, there was the novel written without using the letter “e”. Now a French author has produced what he claims is the first book with no verbs.
Perhaps inevitably, critics have commented unfavourably on the lack of action in Michel Thaler’s work, The Train from Nowhere, which runs to 233 pages. Instead of action, lengthy passages are filled with florid adjectives in a series of vitriolic portraits of dislikeable passengers on a train.
In a typical piece of prose, Mr Thaler writes: “. . . Those women there, probably mothers, bearers of ideas far too voluminous for their brains of modest capacity.”
Reminds me of Gummo’s post about the aggro old bloke on the tram, there might be a point in writing a book without verbs just as there was probably a good reason to write Ulysees or Finnegans Wake but I never finished either of them so I’d better not comment, then again I didn’t finish Tolkien’s Silmarillion either, or Stephen Hawking’s A Brief History of Time, one of these days I must get around to writing a post about famous books I couldn’t be fucked reading and invite readers to submit their own nominations, then again I shouldn’t say “fuck” or “cunt” because Professor Bunyip wouldn’t approve, though using a pseudo-coy asterisked form (f**k) is far more self-consciously obscene than the blunt, earthy, anglo-saxon (or is it celtic?) epithet itself, Lawrence in Lady Chatterley for instance, I mostly finished Lawrence’s books – sex always keeps my attention, spewing out a stream of consciousness without any fullstops is strangely seductive, I hope not too many of my students read this, many of them have a pretty tenuous grasp of punctuation as it is …