Robert Pinget

 

Miss Goldwick-Baramine’s guests were late. She wandered around her apartment, checking that every object was in its place…She slid open the glass door in the hall, which gave onto the underground River Menseck; not long ago it was unknown, but she owned half its course. Menseck! Miss Bara had been a great sportswoman in her youth, and she had a passion for speleology… The “Fifth Club” of which she was a member, was inquiring into the childhood of its members, to pass the time at their evening meetings. When Miss Bara began her story one day, everyone’s attention was riveted. Obviously, a tale that begins: “I was born on a dunghill in Krasnodar. My mother was probably a Georgian. My father, who was a descendant of Valerius Flaccus, had abandoned her in Pomerania,,,” is bound to arouse interest. Miss Baramine never tried to make an impression, no, never. She was simple and straightforward. Her confession, which she disclosed the way one peels an orange, gradually revealed a dramatic existence.
(from Baramine)

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