“Walking, in particular drifting, or strolling, is already – within the speed culture of our time – a kind of resistance. Paradoxically it’s also the last private space, safe from the phone or e-mail. But it also happens to be a very immediate method for unfolding stories.
“Lou n’a pas dit non is the title of a film by Anne-Marie Miéville. “How’s life?” one of the characters asks. After Rilke, Nietzsche, Plato and Hannah Arendt, the birds can still sing when you are walking in the forest. And there is a lot of walking in Anne-Marie Miéville.
“Originally planned as a ‘comedy’ about romantic isolation à la Eric Rohmer’s Le Rayon Vert (1986), the mordantly titled Vive l’amour indeed retains the skeleton of its inspiration – a woman’s emptied life, the interminable pregnancies of happenstance, an eleventh-hour glimpse o
“God is not made manifest in language, you dope. He’s not manifest in anything. He doesn’t exist... God was a mistake. I’ve long understood there is zero difference between me and a bug, or a bug and a river, or a river and a voice shouting above it. There’s no sense or meaning in anything.