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This collection represents the only surviving works from this author, translated here into English for the first time. Molinard's surreal, sometimes nightmarish, stories are full of anguish and longing. Longing for what? While I cannot say for certain, what I can say for sure: I absolutely could not put this book down until I'd read it all the way through. [Adrienne]
A haunting, bizarre short story collection about violence, mental illness, and the warped contradictions of the twentieth-century female experience.
A close friend and prot g of Marguerite Duras, Barbara Molinard (1921-1986) wrote and wrote feverishly, but only managed to publish one book in her lifetime: the surreal, nightmarish collection Panics.
These thirteen stories beat with a frantic, off-kilter rhythm as Molinard obsesses over sickness, death, and control. A woman becomes transfixed by a boa constrictor at her local zoo, mysterious surgeons dismember their patient, and the author narrates to Duras how she was stopped from sleeping in a cemetery vault, only to be haunted by the pain of sleeping on its stone floor.
In the unsettling tradition of Franz Kafka, Djuna Barnes, Leonara Carrington, and more, Panics recovers the work of a tormented writer who often destroyed her writing as soon as she produced it, and whose insights into violence, mental illness, and bodily autonomy are simultaneously absurdist and razor-sharp.