Excerpt from Édouard Levé’s Autoportrait (from the Paris Review)

Excerpt from Édouard Levé’s Autoportrait [2002; forthcoming, 2011], The Paris Review 196 (Spring 2011), trans. Lorin Stein. Here it is reformatted for reading as a pdf: When I Look at a Strawberry, I Think of a Tongue.

When I was young, I thought Life: A User’s Manual would teach me how to live and Suicide: A User’s Manual how to die. I don’t really listen to what people tell me. I forget things I don’t like. I look down dead-end streets. The end of a trip leaves me with a sad aftertaste the same as the end of a novel. I am not afraid of what comes at the end of life. I am slow to realize when someone mistreats me, it is always so surprising: evil is somehow unreal. When I sit with bare legs on vinyl, my skin doesn’t slide, it squeaks. I archive. I joke about death. I do not love myself. I do not hate myself. My rap sheet is clean. To take pictures at random goes against my nature, but since I like doing things that go against my nature, I have had to make up alibis to take pictures at random, for example, to spend three months in the United States traveling only to cities that share a name with a city in another country: Berlin, Florence, Oxford, Canton, Jericho, Stockholm, Rio, Delhi, Amsterdam, Paris, Rome, Mexico, Syracuse, Lima, Versailles, Calcutta, Bagdad.

Édouard Levé, Rio

Levé wrote Autoportrait while traveling in the US in 2002 taking the photographs that became Amérique (2006).

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