“Do you remember when we took a month off and camped out along the Rhein?” I asked Franz suddenly. “That summer before the War. We walked from town to town, slept under the stars—” “I remember.” Franz laughed suddenly. “And you built that raft and tried to float out to the Mäuseturm. You didn’tContinue reading “From Book 2: Dadesque Dating”
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From Book 2: Jacques Vaché
Author’s note: Jokes about and variations on the slur “po-wet” and references to the Three Musketeers are central to the novels. The blindfold came off and I looked around, bewildered, as we entered the metro again. It was jammed with people. “Toward Charenton!” Roger announced, seeing my blank look. “To check ourselves in?” IContinue reading “From Book 2: Jacques Vaché”
From Book 1: Rrose Selavy
Over supper Desnos was enough entertainment for all of us, making up outrageous stories on the spot, encouraging us to drink more wine and then making us laugh until it was painful. However, some of his tales horrified my family as the poet related his involvement in the high jinks of Dada, the movementContinue reading “From Book 1: Rrose Selavy”
From Book 3: Allons-y!
In the spring of 1932, Breton was exerting more control over an ever-younger coterie, guiding the group’s activities and dominating the discussions. Yet, this did not appear to be entirely his choice. At the Prophete, Justine and I overheard him snarl in a corner to Tristan Tzara (“that Hungarian homunculus shaped like an anarchist’s bomb,”Continue reading “From Book 3: Allons-y!”
From Book 3: Tall Enough
Breton’s anger was further stoked when The Enigma of William Tell won the right to be displayed at the Salon des Indépendants in the Grand Palais. Surrealists were not supposed to enter contests, much less win them and have their works hung in museums. Breton issued an order for Dali to appear at his apartmentContinue reading “From Book 3: Tall Enough”
The Double 