“minuscule places of exile”
September 20, 2012 § 6 Comments
A narract is what I call a text that is 100 percent postexotic; a narract is what I call a novelistic snapshot that captures a situation, a set of emotions, a conflict forever oscillating between memory and reality, between recollection and imagination. It is a poetic sequence from which all manner of dreams become possible, both or the actors involved and for the reader. In this book you will find forty-nine such prose moments. In each, as on a discreetly doctored photograph, you will glimpse the trace left by an angel. The angels here are insignificant and of no help to the characters. What I call narracts here are forty-nine organized images in which my favorite beggars and animals, along with a number of immortal old women, pause for a moment in their wanderings; for these are also minuscule places of exile, where those I remember and those I love go on existing as best they can. A narract is what I call a short musical piece whose principal reason for being is its music, but also where those I love can rest for a moment before setting off once again on their journey toward nothingness.
— Antoine Volodine, Introduction to the original French edition of Minor Angels