“You remain alive insofar as those who have known you outlive you. But Suicide is more than just a compendium of memories of an old friend it is a near-exhaustive catalog of the ramifications and effects of the act of suicide, and a unique and melancholy farewell to life.Īnd what I came to notice quite quickly in here was how the writing seemed to be both breathtaking and utterly eye-catching. Gradually, through Levé’s casually obsessive, pointillist, beautiful ruminations, we come to know a stoic, sensible, thoughtful man who bears more than a slight psychological resemblance to Levé himself. Presenting itself as an investigation into the suicide of a close friend-perhaps real, perhaps fictional-more than twenty years earlier, Levé gives us, little by little, a striking portrait of a man, with all his talents and flaws, who chose to reject his life, and all the people who loved him, in favor of oblivion. Suicide cannot be read as simply another novel-it is, in a sense, the author’s own oblique, public suicide note, a unique meditation on this most extreme of refusals. Plus, I then reread the blurb and was that more dazzled: It's been awhile since an introducing paragraph had captivated me this much, so I proceeded on with my expectations a bit more raised for what's to come. In the heat of the moment, your wife leans on the table the book falls closed before she understands that this was your final message.” On the table, you left a comic book open to a double-page spread. You’ve put a bullet in your head with the rifle you had carefully prepared. She rushes into the house, cries out your name, notices that the door to the stairway leading to the basement is open, goes down, and finds you there. You go back to look for it, but instead of making your way toward the cupboard in the entryway where you normally keep it, you head down into the basement.

In the middle of the garden you point out to her that you’ve forgotten your racket in the house. “One Saturday in the month of August, you leave your home wearing your tennis gear, accompanied by your wife. This particular book has been sitting on my e-book reader for ages - so long, in fact, that I don’t recall why I downloaded it in the first place - but then last night I decided to randomly read the first page and damn, was that first paragraph hooking: In the middle of the garden you point out to her that you’ve fo “Given that I am speaking to you, are you dead?” “Given that I am speaking to you, are you dead?” This particular book has been sitting on my e-book reader for ages - so long, in fact, that I don’t recall why I downloaded it in the first place - but then last night I decided to randomly read the first page and damn, was that first paragraph hooking: (Trigger warning: suicide) “One Saturday in the month of August, you leave your home wearing your tennis gear, accompanied by your wife. But Suicide is more than just a compendium of memories of an old friend it is a near-exhaustive catalog of the ramifications and effects of the act of suicide, and a unique and melancholy farewell to life.more Presenting itself as an investigation into the suicide of a close friend-perhaps real, perhaps fictional-more than twenty years earlier, Levé gives us, little by little, a striking portrait of a man, with all Suicide cannot be read as simply another novel-it is, in a sense, the author’s own oblique, public suicide note, a unique meditation on this most extreme of refusals. Suicide cannot be read as simply another novel-it is, in a sense, the author’s own oblique, public suicide note, a unique meditation on this most extreme of refusals.

Edouard leve