Ten days after submitting the manuscript of Suicide, Eduoard Leve hung himself in his Paris apartment. It is inevitable, given the timing, to correlate the two acts. Is Suicide--ostensibly written as an unsentimental, possibly fictional portrait of a "friend" who killed himself years before--a novel? Is it a final testament? Might Leve's final work have been a culmination of his artistic output? It is left to the reader to decide or tease out the implications of these mysteries, which though tragic come across as strangely graceful.— Sparks
"Suicide" cannot be read as simply another novel it is, in a sense, the author's own oblique, public suicide note, a unique meditation on this most extreme of refusals. Presenting itself as an investigation into the suicide of a close friend perhaps real, perhaps fictional more than twenty years earlier, Leve gives us, little by little, a striking portrait of a man, with all his talents and flaws, who chose to reject his life, and all the people who loved him, in favor of oblivion. Gradually, through Leve's casually obsessive, pointillist, beautiful ruminations, we come to know a stoic, sensible, thoughtful man who bears more than a slight psychological resemblance to Leve himself. But Suicide is more than just a compendium of memories of an old friend; it is a near-exhaustive catalog of the ramifications and effects of the act of suicide, and a unique and melancholy farewell to life.
About the Author
Edouard Lev? was born on January 1, 1965 in Neuilly-sur-Seine. A writer, photographer, and visual artist, Lev? was the author of four books of writing--"Works," "Journal," "Autoportrait," and "Suicide"--and three books of photographs. "Suicide," published in 2008, was his final book.