Encounter
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The American author released “Dogrun” in France, published in the United States in 2000, a novel which has the same shattered energy as “Fuck Up”, the cult inaugural story of his work.
To our photographer who says: “Holy hair!” he responds without blinking: “we Armenians are really all we have left.” Arthur Nersesian is the exact image of his Books: acidic but warm; soft and brittle, like coal. New York author in the strictest sense of the term (“I was born in New York, my father was born in New York, my grandfather was born in New York”), with the only difference that he does not write about New York but against New York. A brutal, fierce, exhausting struggle – when he opens the door to his hotel room in Vincennes at the end of September, where he is invited as part of the America festival, he looks like a demolished competitor in a gladiator fight: disheveled , hilarious, clinging to the remains of a formidable disorder, surprised to still be able to stand. If, in the United States, the confrontation has lasted for more than thirty years, during which he has published eleven novels and four plays, in France it is only in the very first rounds: Fuck Upa cult inaugural story, was translated only last year by Editions la Croisée. An electric wandering in New York in the 80s between porn cinemas, cosmic weirdos and huge puddles of vomit, self-published in the early 90s, before being fished out of the underground by Akashic Bo
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