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190 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1928
Who am I? If this once I were to rely on a proverb, then perhaps everything would amount to knowing whom I 鈥渉aunt.鈥� I must admit that this last word is misleading, tending to establish between certain beings and myself relations that are stranger, more inescapable, more disturbing than I intended. Such a word means much more than it says, makes me, still alive, play a听ghostly听part, evidently referring to what I must have ceased to be in order to be who I am.
At the end of one afternoon, last year, in the side aisles of the 鈥淓lectric-Palace,鈥� a naked woman, who must have come in wearing only her coat,听strolled, dead white, from one row to the next. This in itself was upsetting. Far, unfortunately, from being extraordinary enough, since this section of the 鈥淓lectric鈥� was the most commonplace sort of illicit sexual rendezvous.
She told me her name, the one she had chosen for herself: 鈥淣adja, because in听Russian听it鈥檚 the beginning of the word hope, and because it鈥檚 only the beginning.鈥�
鈥淲ho are you?鈥� And she, without a moment鈥檚 hesitation: 鈥淚 am the soul in听limbo.鈥�
I insist on knowing the names, on being interested only in books left ajar, like doors; I will not go looking for keys.The novel has a very episodic feel, jumping through time on the platforms of anecdotes populated by friends of Breton. 鹿, and (who also provides several of the many photographs in Nadja) frequently mingle in the text and Breton maps out his walks and outings through frequent mention of notable cafes and buildings to reinforce the reality of his tale by grounding it in the physical world through namedrop and photograph虏.The first portion of the novel is very diary-like, chronicling his average day to day activities working with his surrealist peers. The meetingi of the mysterious Nadja, however, is the explosive force that turns his world about and the catalyst of the novel鈥檚 heart.
Perhaps life needs to be deciphered like a cryptogram. Secret staircases, frames from which the paintings quickly slip aside and vanish (giving way to an archangel bearing a sword or to those who forever advance), buttons which must be indirectly pressed to make an entire room move sideways or vertically, or immediately change all its furnishings; we may imagine the mind's greatest adventure as journey of this sort to the paradise of pitfalls.