The Mystery Guest
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When the phone rang on a cold November afternoon in 1990, Grégoire Bouillier had no way of knowing that the caller was the woman who had left him, without warning, five years before. And he couldn’t have guessed why she was calling: not to say she was sorry, not to explain why she’d vanished from his life, but to invite him to a party. A birthday party. For a woman he’d never met.
Here is the unlikely but true account of how one man got over a broken heart, regained his faith in literature, participated—by mistake—in a work of performance art, threw away his turtlenecks, spent his rent money on a 1964 bordeaux that nobody ever drank, and fell in love again. Named one of the year’s best books by Slate and the San Francisco Chronicle when it first appeared in English, The Mystery Guest is a “darkly hilarious . . . odyssey . . . that wends its loopy way toward yes” (O, the Oprah Magazine).
Grégoire Bouillier
Grégoire Bouillier was born in Tizi Ouzou, Algeria, and raised in Paris. A former editor of the magazine Science et Vie, he is the author of four works of autobiography, incluidng Report on Myself and Le Dossier M. Having worked as a painter and journalist, he published his first memoir,The Mystery Guest, when he was forty years old.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This very brief book is amazing. For one thing, it belongs on the very short list of books that accurately depict the male mind, in this case the way men approach relationships, mentally and emotionally. And it is done with ironic wit. One can also read this book as the story of a man who lives his life through literature, or again as the story of a man whose life becomes literature. Great book, wry, heartfelt and maybe even profound.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I'll try to come up with something to say about this wonderful book in a little bit.
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The Mystery Guest - Grégoire Bouillier
I woke up the other morning and started to read this marvelous book. I stayed in bed until I had read the last page. I could not for the life of me think of anything in the world I wanted to do but read this book. I am tempted to stay in bed until Grégoire Bouillier writes another one.
—Daniel Handler
The year’s most charming oddity… Frank and wry, mad and graceful, Bouillier riffs on his convictions, delusions, and stray theories in [this] French pastry, performing a kind of slapstick philosophy that sheds some light on his soul.
—Troy Patterson, Slate, Best Books of 2006
Darkly hilarious… an odyssey [that] wends its loopy way toward yes.
—O, the Oprah Magazine
A mesmerizing, lyrical memoir of loves lost and unexpectedly found… Existential angst has rarely been as humorous or as heartbreaking.
—Jake Lamar, People
[A] slim and lyrical memoir… What Bouillier makes of this simple setup is pure Gallic magic—a mix of hapless obsession, sophisticated abstraction, unearned righteousness and hyperarticulate self-doubt—as he tries to guess the woman’s motivations and get a hold of his own feelings. The book’s four short parts—phone call, preparation, party and aftermath—are small miracles of Montaigne-like self-exploration. Reading as Bouillier moves through the light and dark of love, through its forms of ‘maniacal sublimation’ and through its mystery, is arresting.
—Publishers Weekly, Starred Review
"A refreshingly odd voice… With its restless intelligence, The Mystery Guest manages to encompass all the thematic preoccupations of its touchstone, Mrs. Dalloway: time, fate, and the meaning of life. And unlike Ms. Woolf, Bouillier keeps us laughing… Bouillier’s prose… turns every interaction between the narrator and his fellow guests into a comic meditation on the impossibility of communication… And then suddenly, in a stunning reversal, Bouillier sets off the depth charges he’s quietly been planting throughout the book. In the end, we discover that The Mystery Guest isn’t a symphony of missed connections after all, but a kind of hymn to possibility… It leaves us moved, even as we shake our heads in disbelief… The Mystery Guest [leaves] the reader in a state of grateful intoxication."
—Garth Risk Hallberg, The Millions
Proust in a bottle… Read it, then set it on your desk. Pick it up again. Be startled. By your own scaled-down reflection most of all.
—Walter Kirn, GQ
[A] perversely satisfying memoir… Anyone whose anxieties tend to buzz in the ear, creating a din that makes it impossible to act unself-consciously, will enjoy this slim volume. Mr. Bouillier is looking back and poking fun at himself, but the events are captured with a raw immediacy, making his parade of humiliations feel fresh and profound.
—Emily Bobrow, New York Observer
A skillful blurring of art and reality is achieved in French author Bouillier’s beguilingly spare ‘account’ of recovery from a romantic heartbreak… [Full of] self-aggrandizing, hilarious reflections on matters such as the ridiculous turtlenecks he has taken to wearing as a kind of Band-Aid… A treasure at once absurd and heartbreaking.
—Kirkus, Starred Review
Pitch-perfect… one of the most detailed social train wrecks in contemporary letters.
—Time Out NY
At once delightful and important to read.
—Susan Salter Reynolds, Los Angeles Times
"Somewhere out in the woeful constellation of literary comparison, a lonely satellite drifts between remote stars—Ulysses and Mrs. Dalloway, The Stranger and When Harry Met Sally—beguilingly reflecting the distant light of each. Taped to the bottom of that satellite is this perfect little book, a message to extraterrestrial intelligence that says: We are human, heartbroken, grim, and funny in our despair, yet hopeful and miracle-prone, and some of us are French."
—John Hodgman
"[A] sad, funny and vivid new memoir… He is an artist of the memoir form… Its talky, run-on, breathless tone [is] confiding and endearing… As The Mystery Guest beautifully shows—the power [of] revelation lies entirely within ourselves… This memoir—which is shot through with references to the literature that Bouillier loves, to Ulysses and to Ulysses and to Virginia Woolf—gives shape to the question of ‘meaning,’ whether it’s illusory, whether that matters at all… It also gives shape to the painful yet somehow hilarious disjunction that is the residue of a shattered love affair… You never know, as they say, what’s waiting out there for you; but if you’re lucky, you might discover, at least, The Mystery Guest."
—Erica Wagner, New York Times Book Review
"Bouillier obsesses on a literary level, with eloquence, insight, Proustian perception and allusions to great works of literature (most significantly Mrs. Dalloway)… Brilliantly entertaining and at times hilarious. His biting observations have the ring of truth… He’s not just one miserable sap trying to get over a brutal breakup. He’s a self-deprecating everyman who speaks for all of us in our darkest moments of obsession and despair, clinging to any life raft—a book, a memory, a new love—to survive."
—Regan McMahon, San Francisco Chronicle
A great big little book that distills the essential.
—Nelly Kaprièlian, Les Inrockuptibles
The Mystery Guest, by Grégoire Bouillier. Translated from the French by Ben Truman. McNally Editions. New YorkTo Sophie Calle
I
It was the day Michel Leiris died. This would have been late September 1990, or else very early October; the date escapes me but never mind, I can always look it up later on. In any case it was a Sunday, because I was at home in the middle of the afternoon, and it was unseasonably cold out, and I’d gone to sleep in my clothes, wrapped up in a blanket, the way I often did when I found myself alone. In those days cold and oblivion were all I wanted. This was fine with me: one day, I knew, it would be time to rejoin the living, and that day could wait. I’d seen enough. Beings, things, landscapes… I had enough to ruminate on for the next century or two, that was plenty. I didn’t want any more trouble.
The phone woke me up. I looked around the room; it was almost nighttime. I picked up. And right away I knew it was her. Even before I knew, I knew. It was her voice, her breath, practically her face, and with her face came a thousand happy moments: moments gilded in the sunbeams of the past, moments that had caressed my face and licked my hand, and that now hung, dead and dangling, at the end of a rope.
I sat up in my bed and in my chest my heart began pounding. I could hear it clearly, jumping up and down as if electrified, bouncing off every corner of the room, and it couldn’t be an illusion, I wasn’t dreaming, it was her all right, our senses don’t literally lie, even though I couldn’t believe my ears that it was actually her calling after all these years when she hadn’t once been in touch, not once, or even sent me so much as a note. Sooner or later everything comes to pass, I thought for half a second, and on the very day that Michel Leiris should die, I thought right afterward, and the coincidence struck me as so outlandish that I almost laughed out loud, as if I’d been granted access to the inner hilarity of things, or had touched a truth so overwhelming that hysterical laughter was my only possible protection; but then again, maybe it wasn’t a coincidence, and it crossed my mind that she might never have called if Michel Leiris hadn’t died, yes, she must have heard the news, and his death must somehow have made her come back into my