In this brilliant and sobering self-portrait, Edouard Lev? hides nothing
from his readers, setting out his entire life, more or less at random,
in a string of declarative sentences. Autoportrait is a physical,
psychological, sexual, political, and philosophical triumph. Beyond
sincerity, Lev? works toward an objectivity so radical it could pass for
crudeness, triviality, even banality: the author has stripped himself
bare. With the force of a set of maxims or morals, Lev?'s prose seems at
first to be an autobiography without sentiment, as though written by a
machine--until, through the accumulation of detail, and the author's
dry, quizzical tone, we find ourselves disarmed, enthralled, and
enraptured by nothing less than the perfect fiction... made entirely of
facts.