Ultima Necat III: Diary (1989-1991).
The Beautiful Letters| N° d'inventaire | 30300 |
| Format | 15.7 x 21.8 |
| Détails | 656 p., publisher's hardcover. |
| Publication | Paris, reissue 2024 |
| Etat | Nine |
| ISBN | 9782251449920 |
This Journal, which provides constant enjoyment and wonder at every moment, this Journal that easily rises to the level of Kafka's or the Goncourt brothers, Delacroix's or Gide's, is that of a radicalized writer, for whom two things truly matter: literature, first, and his work, second. His work comes from literature and returns to it. A fanatic of truth.
Talker - 01/12/2019
The interest of these pages is that they illustrate perfectly what makes the genre so special, the most open in literature: at once a living memento, a confessional, a recounting of days in their stripped-down banality, quotations, readings, reported dialogues, a place of more or less contained outpouring, where extracts from correspondence and texts intended for future publications are invited.
The Literary Figaro - 06/12/2019
Muray is a writer. His sentences have a life, an originality, a force that we no longer encounter.
Comment - 01/12/2019
More than ten years after Philippe Muray's death, his vision of the world continues to enlighten us.
Marianne - 12/13/2019
In these 600 cruel and biting pages, Muray recounts the other side of his work as a writer, sketches corrosive portraits of the intellectual milieu of the time but also delivers the reflections inspired by current events. [...] Philippe Muray is less a novelist than a brilliant pamphleteer, who curses his era and its idols. Less the absolute. His only ideals are the bodies of women (especially those of Rubens) and literature.
Le Figaro Magazine - 12/18/2019
Muray's Journal is a brilliant undertaking whose richness should silence the critics who like to contrast the author with the pamphleteer and the novelist.
Literary Service - 01/12/2019
This journal is like a forge, whose temperature [Muray] constantly raises, and in which he creates conceptual weapons capable of crushing the illusions of his time; and from time to time, a projectile would launch: a novel, an essay, an article or a conference. Above all, it is the place where he consolidates his position as a writer.
The Incorrect - 01/01/2020
This Journal is the chronicle of an exile, in the etymological sense. For the term "exsilio," in fact, Gaffiot gives as its primary definition: "to jump out, to leap out"; and that is indeed what is at stake here, his "Rubens" and his "Empire of Good," contemporaries of this third volume, being the two books by which Muray definitively jumps out of what he still calls the Spectacle, salutarily breaking many windows in his path.
Literary Service - 03/01/2020
As his Diary appears, Philippe Muray's former companions, from Catherine Millet and Jacques Henric to Philippe Sollers, discover all the bad things he thought of them.
L'OBS - 02/04/2020
Covering three crucial years (1989-1991), the third volume of Philippe Muray's Journal intime is worthy of the Goncourt Prize. Claiming the infinite turmoil from which literature is born, he declares war on his time. With panache and intelligence, jubilation and joyful ferocity.
The Angels' Registration Number - 01/06/2020
This Journal, which provides constant enjoyment and wonder at every moment, this Journal that easily rises to the level of Kafka's or the Goncourt brothers, Delacroix's or Gide's, is that of a radicalized writer, for whom two things truly matter: literature, first, and his work, second. His work comes from literature and returns to it. A fanatic of truth.
Talker - 01/12/2019
The interest of these pages is that they illustrate perfectly what makes the genre so special, the most open in literature: at once a living memento, a confessional, a recounting of days in their stripped-down banality, quotations, readings, reported dialogues, a place of more or less contained outpouring, where extracts from correspondence and texts intended for future publications are invited.
The Literary Figaro - 06/12/2019
Muray is a writer. His sentences have a life, an originality, a force that we no longer encounter.
Comment - 01/12/2019
More than ten years after Philippe Muray's death, his vision of the world continues to enlighten us.
Marianne - 12/13/2019
In these 600 cruel and biting pages, Muray recounts the other side of his work as a writer, sketches corrosive portraits of the intellectual milieu of the time but also delivers the reflections inspired by current events. [...] Philippe Muray is less a novelist than a brilliant pamphleteer, who curses his era and its idols. Less the absolute. His only ideals are the bodies of women (especially those of Rubens) and literature.
Le Figaro Magazine - 12/18/2019
Muray's Journal is a brilliant undertaking whose richness should silence the critics who like to contrast the author with the pamphleteer and the novelist.
Literary Service - 01/12/2019
This journal is like a forge, whose temperature [Muray] constantly raises, and in which he creates conceptual weapons capable of crushing the illusions of his time; and from time to time, a projectile would launch: a novel, an essay, an article or a conference. Above all, it is the place where he consolidates his position as a writer.
The Incorrect - 01/01/2020
This Journal is the chronicle of an exile, in the etymological sense. For the term "exsilio," in fact, Gaffiot gives as its primary definition: "to jump out, to leap out"; and that is indeed what is at stake here, his "Rubens" and his "Empire of Good," contemporaries of this third volume, being the two books by which Muray definitively jumps out of what he still calls the Spectacle, salutarily breaking many windows in his path.
Literary Service - 03/01/2020
As his Diary appears, Philippe Muray's former companions, from Catherine Millet and Jacques Henric to Philippe Sollers, discover all the bad things he thought of them.
L'OBS - 02/04/2020
Covering three crucial years (1989-1991), the third volume of Philippe Muray's Journal intime is worthy of the Goncourt Prize. Claiming the infinite turmoil from which literature is born, he declares war on his time. With panache and intelligence, jubilation and joyful ferocity.
The Angels' Registration Number - 01/06/2020