Hallucinating Foucault - SIGNED FIRST PRINTING

Duncker, Patricia

ISBN 10: 1852425105 / ISBN 13: 9781852425104

Published by Serpent's Tail, London, 1996

About this Item

Near fine first printing in original printers card wrapper. A soft back original. A sharp tight copy and almost certainly unread as there are no creases, chips or tears to the card wrapper. Signed by the author to the title page, without inscription or dedication.

Seller Inventory # 009831

Bibliographic Details

• Title: Hallucinating Foucault - SIGNED FIRST PRINTING
• Publisher: Serpent's Tail, London
• Publication Date: 1996
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1852425105
• ISBN 13: 9781852425104
• Binding: Soft cover
• Edition: 1st Edition
• Printing: 1st Printing
• Condition: Near Fine
• Signed: Signed by Author(s)

About this title

Synopsis

The love between a writer and a reader is never celebrated. It cannot be proven to exist.

Hallucinating Foucault is a love story, a mystery and a quest. It is a gripping tale of a mad writer, the glamorous, scandalous Paul Michel, enfant terrible of French letters and the reader who sets out to find him. The search begins in the archives of university libraries, enters the forbidden spaces of a French asylum, moves onwards into the storms of late summer in Provence and ever deeper into the labyrinth of memory. Passionate and controversial, Hallucinating Foucault crosses the frontiers of gender and sexuality, explores the limits of madness and desire and affirms the boundless loyalty of a reader's love - it is a remarkable book that goes to the very heart of the creative act.

Review

An intricate and self-reflective novel about that most delicate of relationships--meaning the one between writers and readers. The narrator, an anonymous graduate student, sets off on the trail of a French novelist named Paul Michel, who is currently confined to an asylum. Engineering his hero's release, the narrator finds himself enmeshed in bizarre love triangle, of which the three vertices are himself, the novelist, and the late Michel Foucault. Sex, it seems, can be made safe, but the oddball intimacy of reading cannot.