In this delightful, cinema-inspired daydream of a novel, an
identity-shifting protagonist uses the everyday inspirations of his life
to catapult himself into the realm of imagination, blurring the
boundaries between reality and fantasy.
The Skin of Dreams is a novel of waking dreams. Even as he lives his
life, Jacques L'Aumône, its hero, daydreams a hundred other possible
lives. A few lines on a page, a chance encounter, a remark overheard in
passing, any of these are enough to kick things into gear and send him
off outside of himself to become a boxer, a general, a bishop, or a
lord. He lives alongside his life with diligence and steadfastness; and
the passage from real to dream is so natural for him that he no longer
knows precisely which him he is. Eventually he becomes an actor in
Hollywood, and the basis of countless dreams for others. This Jacques
L'Aumône, like the characters who surround him, has the same sort of
haunting and fluid consistency as someone that we might dream of in our
beds at night. And reverie, here, is born through the tale's humor,
which is as gentle as it is cruel, as well as by way of a writing
technique that is itself drawn from one of Queneau's great loves, the
cinema.
