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Last Frame, 2015– Last Frame, 2015 –

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From now now TFIPM is going to be smaller, but more perfectly formed. There will be posts on Thursdays and Sundays only (with occasional special extra posts on other days). Ithangyow!

The title of this post is taken from a track by Van der Graaf Generator from their 1977 album, The Quiet Zone/The Pleasure Dome. You can listen to it here.

See you Sunday.

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Ashley Lily Scarlett and I are engaged in a conversation in pictures and it’s called Between Scarlett and Guest. Check it out!

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Zazie in the Metro, 2013

This was taken last Friday on Platform 3 of Charing Cross station, London, UK (so, not the Metro and almost definitely not someone called Zazie).

Zazie in the Metro  is a novel by Raymond Queneau. It was published in 1959. The edition on our shelves was published in 2000 and was translated into English by Barbara Wright.

The book was Raymond Queneau’s first commercial success (a fact which bothered him somewhat because he considered the book lightweight), and was written in colloquial French. Queneau was a poet, novelist and co-founder of the literary/ mathematical group, Ouvroir de littérature potentielle (Oulipo)*.

Here’s what it says on the back cover: “Impish, foul-mouthed Zazie arrives in Paris from the country to stay with her female-impersonator Uncle Gabriel. All she really wants to do is ride the metro, but finding it shut because of a strike, Zazie looks for other means of amusement and is soon caught up in a comic adventure that becomes wilder and more manic by the minute.”

And here’s the first paragraph:

Howcanaystinksotho, wondered Gabriel, exasperated. Ts incredible, they never clean themselves. It says in the paper that not eleven percent of the flats in Paris have bathrooms, doesn’t surprise me, but you can wash without. They can’t make much of an effort, all this lot around me. On the other hand, it’s not as if they’ve been specially hand-picked form the dosses of Paris. Zno reason. They’re only here by accident. You really can’t assume that people who meet people at the Gare d’Austerlitz smell worse than people who meet people at the Gare de Lyon. No really, zno reason. All the same, what a smell.

Frankly, it’s hilarious and I vigorously recommend you read it.

In 1960, Louis Malle adapted the book for cinema. It has also been staged as a play and been published as a comic book.

In our house, this book can be found: sitting room, right-hand bookshelves, third shelf down.

* Georges Perec, who I wrote a bit about here was also a member.

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Thanks to the usual suspects (John, Deanne and Terry) for title shenanigans and Richard at CK Ponderings for being a super-cool collaborator. Our latest collaboration can be found one post back.

Under the Clock, 2012

This was taken at Clock House Station, London, UK.

Under The Clock  is a book of poetry by Tony Harrison. It was published in 2005 as part of the Penguin 70s series (celebrating 70 years of Penguin Books) and was Pocket Penguin 38. Most of the books in the series were extracts from larger works, but Harrison’s was a collection of new works. You can learn more about Tony Harrison here.

Nikki used to work for Penguin, so we got the whole series as a box-set at a knockdown price, and raced each other to read the lot. To my shame I cannot remember that many of them, and this title is among the forgotten. Having skim-read it, I can see why. Great title though.

In our house, the book can be found: sitting room, right-hand bookshelves, first shelf down.

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My usual thanks to John and Deanne, who got me titling good. Gargantuan thanks to Deanne for  tag ideas etc (and for bitter-sweet and brilliant posts every day). And also to Richard at CK Ponderings for being a super-cool collaborator. A round-up of our last 5 collaborations can be found on Richard’s blog. Please check it out!