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By Raymond Queneau Barbara Wright | Comments: ( 988 ) | Date: ( May 31, 2020 )

Seated in a Paris caf , a man glimpses another man, a shadowy figure hurrying for the train Who is he he wonders, How does he live And instantly the shadow comes to life, precipitating a series of comic run ins among a range of disreputable and heartwarming characters living on the sleazy outskirts of the city of lights Witch Grass previously titled The Bark Tree isSeated in a Paris caf , a man glimpses another man, a shadowy figure hurrying for the train Who is he he wonders, How does he live And instantly the shadow comes to life, precipitating a series of comic run ins among a range of disreputable and heartwarming characters living on the sleazy outskirts of the city of lights Witch Grass previously titled The Bark Tree is a philosophical farce, an epic comedy, a mesmerizing book about the daily grind that is an enchantment itself.

  • Title: The Bark Tree
  • Author: Raymond Queneau Barbara Wright
  • ISBN: null
  • Page: 266
  • Format: Paperback

About Author:

Raymond Queneau Barbara Wright

Queneau was born in Le Havre in 1903 and went to Paris when he was 17 For some time he joined Andr Breton s Surrealist group, but after only a brief stint he dissociated himself Now, seeing Queneau s work in retrospect, it seems inevitable The Surrealists tried to achieve a sort of pure expression from the unconscious, without mediation of the author s self aware persona Queneau s texts, on the contrary, are quite deliberate products of the author s conscious mind, of his memory, his intentionality.Although Queneau s novels give an impression of enormous spontaneity, they were in fact painstakingly conceived in every small detail He even once remarked that he simply could not leave to hazard the task of determining the number of chapters of a book Talking about his first novel, Le Chiendent usually translated as The Bark Tree , he pointed out that it had 91 sections, because 91 was the sum of the first 13 numbers, and also the product of two numbers he was particularly fond of 7 and 13.

Comments The Bark Tree

  • Geoff

    Certain people who think a lot about these things and then have their thoughts published point to the years 1938-39 as the beginning of postmodernism in literature. Those were the years that saw the publication of Finnegans Wake, At Swim-Two-Birds and Beckett’s Murphy. Stellar. They were also years in which the world was falling apart into total fucking cataclysm, what with that generation- and continent-destroying World War thing going on, and shattered art begins to reflect shattered space a [...]

  • Vit Babenco

    What may one see just sitting in a café? One may see life. One may observe human beings caught in the routine of living.“He noticed, not on purpose, though, that his shoes were down-at-the-heels; so were those of the next man next to him, and of the next man, too. He suddenly had a vision of a civilization of down-at-the-heel shoes, a culture of worn-away soles, a symphony of suede and box calf, in the process of being reduced to the remarkably minimal thickness of the paper tablecloths in re [...]

  • MJ Nicholls

    This isn’t some magazine for curious botanists, oh no. It’s Queneau’s debut showcase novel, a bright blazing epic of comedic splendour, and a love letter to Paris and its pond life.At the present moment I feel a little languorous, so further observations or reductive summaries will have to hang fire until the liveliness of spirit is once again reinstated in my brain. In the meantime, here is a general piece of advice: don’t read Eggers. Read Queneau instead. Don’t read Coupland. Read Q [...]

  • Rayroy

    Sometimes a book will fail us and sometimes we will fail a book. I failed “Witch Grass” , on paper it’s something that I should have been all over, characters talk for pages at a time talk turns into philosophy , there’s houses with unfinished rooms, waterproof hats with rubber ducks , people are affected by a man ran over my a bus and killed the scene is told and retold by different ways through different characters’ accounts, it’s a book with great original prose , Raymond Queneau [...]

  • Ronald Morton

    The silhouette of a man appeared in profile; so, simultaneously, did thousands. There really were thousands. He had just opened his eyes, and the teeming streets were seething; seething, too, were the men who worked all day. This particular silhouette emerged from the wall of an enormous, unbearable building, an edifice which looked as if it were designed for suffocation, and which was a bank. The silhouette, detached from the wall now, oscillated, jostled by other shapes, not visibly behaving a [...]

  • Adam Floridia

    (Proper review pending. hopefully. unlikely) In the meantime, read Geoff's review. (p.s. It took forever to copy and combine the images of the duck and the top hat and to draw in the water. Totally worth it, though.)(p.p.s. While reading, I couldn't help thinking that this would make a perfect Guy Ritchie movie--in the same vein as Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels or Snatch. The more farcical it got, though, the more I thought it would make a perfect Wes Anderson movie--in the same vein as Th [...]

  • Chad Post

    I just reread this as part of my Oulipian bender (thank YOU, Daniel Levin Becker), and I loved it even more than I did the first time. I think that's maybe because I'm a better reader now than I was a decade ago, which, to be honest, sort of makes me feel like a bad-ass (I'm progressing in life and learning!), but also makes me want to reread EVERYTHING.

  • Andrew

    Hard to say what I made of this. It was hard to find a paragraph I didn't like. But the whole thing didn't cohere at all, and I made the mistake of reading it in translation-- altogether to many puns based on regional accents and broad working-class Parisian dialect here to be read in anything other than the original-- and furthermore this book was just trop, trop français. Queneau's own Zazie in the Metro is practically a man in a mustache and a stripy shirt well-armed with a satchel full of b [...]

  • Chuck LoPresti

    This is a very disorienting and odd read that seems almost like picaresque Jarry. Q. is a very intelligent writer that doesn't expect to be liked by people that won't bother to let him have free reign in creating a new experience for them. Witch Grass is a very bookish book that is aware of other bookish books. Pardon my lazy writing but Witch Grass has sort of unraveled my clarity at the moment and I feel labored in writing a review of a book that doesn't lend itself to easy comprehension. But [...]

  • Heather

    It starts with the evening rush hour, the usual stream of people heading from banks and offices to the train; among them is an observer, a person who doesn't work, but who sits at a café at this time of the day, to watch. The people are all the same to the observer, each a silhouette in a sea of silhouettes, but then one becomes familiar over the course of several days. We see the silhouette, the man, go home; we see his wife, his stepson, his cat, the unfinished house they live in, out in the [...]

  • Eddie Watkins

    Literature's a funny thing, we've tried since the beginning to establish concrete standards for greatness, or even just for what's good and what's not; but there's no getting around the fact that people read books and people change and so our experiences of books always change. A reading of a book today can vary considerably from a reading of the same book ten years ago, regardless of objective standards. I for one don't need no stinkin "objective standards."So a few years ago I loved this book. [...]

  • El

    This surrealist novel is the first by Raymond Queneau, and the first of his I have read (working my way towards Zazie in the Metro which I am told I will especially like). In Witch Grass a man sitting in a cafe in Paris sees another man and wonders who he is and what his life is like. Immediately the other man comes to life and the reader is taken through this bizarre sequence of events which is often compared to Lewis Carroll in style. There are normal everyday objects that become very central [...]

  • Kurishin

    Perhaps Pynchon did not read this book but I'd be surprised. Queneau gets into postmodernist mode in the final 2 chapters and it's worth the read. Up to that point, his portrayal of identity and perception is also worthwhile. The plot unravels a bit at the end but he makes it appear that it was supposed to do that. Shame that more postmodernists don't have that skill.

  • Ola Loobeensky

    Łuskanie postaciWariacka powieść podmiejska osnuta na kanwie zabawy w głuchy telefon – tak w skrócie można opisać „Psią trawkę” Queneau. Kto mieszkał kiedyś w malutkich miasteczkach albo bywa na wsi, kojarzy być może duszną atmosferę, w której ludzie podsłuchują to, co nie przeznaczone dla nich, słyszą z tego tylko połowę, rozumieją jeszcze mniej i dopowiadają sobie całą resztę. Na farsę – materiał idealny. Tyle tylko, że z początku nic jej nie zapowiada. C [...]

  • Ben

    A complex but surprisingly accessible novel - I'm not sure where you would classify this one in the pantheon of 20th century literatureexistentialist? (but without the dour hopelessness that sometimes pervades those works) or something else altogether? Oh well, it doesn't matter. It's a funny, unique book. At times it rings of satire, but Queneau pays far more attention to crafting a thorough and believable physical setting for his book than most satirists would. There are descriptive passages a [...]

  • Bob

    The French title is Chiendent (dogtooth) - though "Witch Grass" may be the North American plant name for the exact species that French name refers to (Dichanthelium boreale), it seems like the pun or multiple meanings of the title could have been echoed in translation with a little less botanical fidelity - how about "Hound's tongue" (of the genus Cynoglossum, a family which includes wild comfrey), or "horehound" (brothels are a persistent theme in the book), a folk term for a flowering plant of [...]

  • keyvan

    Pre-dating Perec, but very influential in the modern French novel is Queaneau. 'Witch Grass' is a good starting point to his writings. Full of humour, constructed around around a number of intersecting misunderstandings, this is definitely a non-conventional novel, accessible, and difficult to describe.

  • Jesse

    This was terrific: a book that could only be a book, despite some really cinematic elements. It playfully razzed me for my tendency to identify the voyeur with the artist and the ending blew my mind. Q. apparently wrote a huge book on literary madmen that hasn't been published in English : there's one for the "to-read" shelf.

  • Jean Bosh

    I shall never forget thee, Bebe Toutout.

  • .

    For those of you don’t know him, let me introduce you. This is Raymond Queneau:Rest assured, behind those Harry Potter glasses lurks the mind of a polymath. Not only an excellent mathematician, poet and literary critic, he was also (probably most importantly) a wizard of words. On top of all that, he was the co-founder and president of the Oulipo (ouvroir de littérature potentiell); roughly translated as the “workshop of potential literature”.The Oulipo, if you aren’t familiar with them [...]

  • Yve

    Le Chiendent, or Witch Grass is an extremely difficult book to read in translation. From what I can tell, Queneau’s style in French was purposefully disorienting—constant use of pronouns before names, unattributed dialogue, ambiguous names, etc.—but brought out of French it becomes even more obfuscating. Even in the first chapter I was wishing for the French version as well to try and figure out if certain things were meant to be puns in the original French, and whether other things were p [...]

  • Stephen Durrant

    Sometimes one badly wants to like an author because a person one respects has recommended him so enthusiastically. Such is the case with Raymond Queneau, about whom a brilliant friend has written a book. Perhaps this particular Queneau novel, his first, is not the right place to start. I found it engaging for the first twenty or so pages, as we encounter a "flat" character who really is flat (but slowly begins to take on three-dimensionality!), and for the final twenty or so pages wherein France [...]

  • Amy

    I really enjoyed Zazie in the Metro and what Mr. Queneau does with language. He's so playful and funny, but this particular story left something to be desired. A young bartender is coaxed into marrying an elderly packrat, who owns a junk store, because her mother believes he has a secret fortune. There are some other side stories involving young men and estranged relationships with their families. Overall, the narrative wasn't very cohesive and I found myself being drawn out. I still would like [...]

  • Neil Griffin

    This is a difficult one to sum up. The novel isn't a part of any one genre, but shifts registers in interesting ways. Veers from philosophy to brothels to weddings to Duck Soup in a light way. While reading it, I assumed it was written in the '50s and was surprised to see that it was actually 1933. Definitely a pre-cursor to post WWII French fiction and something I recommend. Give the book at least 50 pages, since the beginning is a little hard to get into straightaway.

  • Stephanie Rubin

    wow. never read anything quite like this. i'm definitely going to pick up more of his works. the translator is a genius. or else she rewrote the entire book:"Q. What's the difference between an asthmatic pork-butcher and a party given by intellectuals?A. One's all chine and wheeze and the other's all wine and cheese."huh?

  • Rachel Kowal

    4.36 starsWhat a curious book. Swirling currents of tragicomedy and word play. About the accidents, incidents, and misconceptions that send us careening suddenly at odd angles and onto different trajectories. I'm not sure it quite got to where it's going, or if it just wanted to make a mess of things.

  • Steve

    I bought this first based only Evan Dara's name-drop in "The Lost Scrapbook." Still havent read it, but I *have* read "Zazie in the Metro". I was enjoyed that until the bizarre endingybe someday I'll give Witchgrass a shot.

  • Krumpet

    C'était long et laborieux. Il a écrit ce livre pour lui, pas pour les lecteurs. Après ya plein de passages où tu sens qu'il s'est éclaté quand il a écrit ça mais ça en fait pas un bon bouquin, hein. Ni un mauvais d'ailleurs. Ca donne envie de lire d'autres textes de lui mais pas 400 pages quoi

  • Anthony Graves

    I give this one four stars.

  • Valerie

    Un des livres les plus hilarant que j'ai lu!

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