Georges Perec Escapes

When Georges Perec was 11, he decided to wander. In fact, escape is perhaps a better description; a jailbreak from his aunt’s house on Rue de l’Assomption. He wandered Paris with who knows what planned. It was such a defining experience for the writer that he later composed a text surrounding the feeling of release and the places he encountered on this lost meander called … Continue reading Georges Perec Escapes

A Wander With Georges Perec

What can Georges Perec see out of the window? He’s sat as usual in Café de la Mairie, 8 Place Saint-Sulpice in the 6th arrondissment, hunched at his favourite single table by the window. More importantly, he’s looking outside. Life in the Latin Quarter is passing by outside as always; it never really stops, merely lulls. On his small, plastic coated table, he has a … Continue reading A Wander With Georges Perec