The Blue Books Quotes

“The text moves like a small crustacean with compound eye and complex nervous system; throbbing, involuted, it becomes a parasite on a different body, animal, using ‘filiform protrusions through which it sucks the vital juices of its host.’ Parasite or creature in mutation on the shore, torrid / delirium: mordant mortality, systematic competition the narrator against the I, leaking gas, a lapse of memory against a promise, an inset in a book. A muscular, involuntary bulging in the breast, circling all its inner surface: mesoblast: visceral.”
― Nicole Brossard, The Blue Books

“all adventures involving knowledge and imagination. When Marielle drives crosstown from east to west along Sherbrooke Street in her old Plymouth, aka ‘Violet,’ it is ‘a carousel of history and geography,’ it is about straddling grammar and going off to explore the inner recesses of the images and life irrigating the brain.”
― Nicole Brossard, The Blue Books

“A wish: to abolish walls between mouths. Mm-mmm the taste of it. Luckily keeps flowing in the text and on my tongue, erotic substitutes, and luckily that tipsy feeling in the dark, inside beside a cheek so just enjoy, rejoice in the juice, turn and return to that first excitement. What is excitement? Encouragement to do what you feel like doing when seen by someone else / the reader in company with Lucy, Georges or Alexandre, or Elle; being used to spinning out one’s dreams by muddling one’s own reflection in the mirror so marvellously that paradoxes come to life and whatever the cost force a retake of the sentences, the caresses that started the excitement (what did we say it was?), stimulated spine and breasts dandled in a hand, a phallus emerged invitation to oblivion, to the feel of rhythmic shudder, loins more titillating than some corny happy-ever-after tale, pelvic basins the pornographic mudholes of one’s imagination. Narrator fem. / masc. Pelvic basins liquid base.”
― Nicole Brossard, The Blue Books

“What do the memories of the books one has written look like? I believe they resemble what we become with each and every instance of surrender, each and every act of resistance invested in existing through them. Certainly, the memories of books one has written often correspond to the era that brought them into being. The seventies were turbulent times – bold, political, free and especially full of hope. So, reception of these books was split between offended official critics and informal reviews by writers open to a new approach to the novel.”
― Nicole Brossard, The Blue Books