Newark

There is a bright, beautiful day stretching out on the streets outside( and the anticipation of a lazy evening that would surely follow). I guess, we are unofficially in the summer here in Newark. Notre-Dame Des-Fleurs has one of the craziest structures as a book. It is ostensibly a narration by a guy who is writing the book from his prison cell and using the paper cuttings of crime reports from various old newspapers to base his story, yet he uses the memory of old friends and subjects their memories to serve "his story" while at the same time annotating the proceedings in the novel in a true french new-wave style. Jean Genet is crazy.