I know I'm going to hold me because I have time

Should what ingredients be together for a successful literary term It's simple: approximately 700 new novels and a polemic muscular before presentation of the prix Goncourt, Renaudot, Femina and other combined. This year, despite the media ubiquity of Christine Angot and its "Rendezvous" (Flammarion), is cruelly controversy failure in supplements books daily newspapers and on television trays. Las complacent review and article flagorneur, why not try a walk in the "blogosphere" There, the ego flourish in freedom, enmities are revealed and writers are routinely clear both literally and figuratively.

Newspapers kowtow Christine Angot Not the writer and journalist Pierre Assouline, whose blog, "The Republic of the books" (passouline.blog.lemonde.fr/livres/), is one of the oldest and most visited of the francophone Internet in literature. The author of "lutetia" (Gallimard) to bite her colleague without a State of soul. "Book of Christine Angot having was announced by the literary rumor as that which was to dominate school, or the overwrite eclipsing it by its noise as Houellebecq and hers there fought a year ago exactly, I therefore went see." "I said that I have just read, some have already noted me that I was really the time to lose for me knocking nearly 400 pages also empty," he writes, before the coup de grace: "everything is desperately flat: style, ideas, imaginary, brain...". "The mass is so-called!

But just two or three clicks of the mouse for the predator become prey. On his blog (), the young Chloé Delaume novelist ("I live in television", vertical) flingue his elder of a generational ball: "Assouline blog, it's still very old underpants sic." No matter that they are both the same Editor! In any event, it stated loud and clear: "La rentrée littéraire is a ritual of the Banana Republic of letters." As a result of what: "this year, the traditional novels, I have to read more." It is a serious decision. I know I'm going to hold me because I have time. I can all subject verb complement adjectives very any, here is a character and here are his friends, in this is a story of twists and turns. I have nothing to fuck, neat punctuation, phrasing in cellophane, it interested people, very well démerdez you, but me, I have too. "And as it is never better served than by his fans, Chloé Delaume link is a blog where she is praised by an admirer that he admits his flame:" far from the small environment and intestinal flora you have drawn a true literary ambition that I fairly want to follow. " "Noted.

Bickering and invectives

Are there more virulent Of course! It is the young author of "critical dies" (Rock), Juan Asensio (stalker.hautetfort). His blog, entitled "Dissection of the body of literature", braid the laurels to the technology continuously and sulphur Maurice g. Dantec ("Grand Junction", Albin Michel), that "launches on the head of the fools who did not understand the meaning a heavy novel writing, precisely, can be said to be abundant, talkative, it trying in his own way to combat anorexia fiction, stylistic and finally the very pathetic Christine Angot intellectual". Which is not the only victim of graphomane Asensio, who, in his column "Dwarves and Shrewish" mitraille enemies with glee. Another target: novelist Alina Reyes, guilty, according to him, of "small dégoulinades translated (...)". "in thirty-eight languages including Moldovan-Chechen".

The author of the "butcher" (threshold) keeps well respond on his own "Book extime" (), where it prefers put in scene, text and photos in the most simple apparatus. Normal, after all, an author of erotic literature. This especially since the exercise of the blog style tends to increase the egocentricity of authors, already worn on their navel... Fun that are associated with his "memoirs of Porcupine" (threshold) to "The elegance of the Hedgehog" (Gallimard) of Muriel Barbery, Congolese Alain Mabanckou ( /amabanckou blog. php3) dedicated him, several articles to his own re-entry literary. Like many cyberdiaristes, it presents its beating heart. "In the crowd" (midnight), Laurent Mauvignier, or "Eve of its destruction" (Gallimard), of Ananda Devi. The literary "blogosphere" would thus not only a kind of playground where dominate the squabbling-shop and the invective One thing is certain: the literature, it has not budged. It is still in the books.