Christine Brooke-Rose: Life, End of

The feared postponement, the pleasurable delay of the painless solution is all too clear: don’t wait till it’s become impossible, in a hospital for instance. Losing access. Perhaps the burning legs are hell, the reflecting mind an Orphan Paradise. Those earth-plugged body bits seem less strong, as indeed body bit by body bit is slowly being killed off, except for the brain, and humour, so far an uplift out of that scrambled ego, because of the wholly captivating groundless ground, the extenuated earth the untrue world the ominous planet the hazy galaxy the lying universe. Dehors before de cart, after all.

A cruising mind, as against the mere word-play-fun. Meanwhile: Les jeux de maux sont faits .

About the Author

CHRISTINE BROOKE-ROSE was born in Geneva and educated at Somerville College, Oxford and University College, London. She worked in Intelligence at Bletchley Park during the Second World War, and as a freelance reviewer and writer during the 1950s and 60s. She is the author of a number of works of academic criticism and translations, as well as novels, one of which, Such , received the James Tait Black Memorial Prize in 1966. Christine Brooke-Rose taught at the University of Paris, Vincennes, from 1968 to 1988 and now lives in the south of France.