Mystery Guest

Grégoire Bouillier was born in Tizi Ouzou, Algeria, and raised in Paris. A former editor of the magazine Science et Vie, he is the author of four works of autobiography, including Report on Myself and Le Dossier M. Having worked as a painter and journalist, he published his first memoir,The Mystery Guest, when he was forty years old.Ben Truman was born in London. He currently divides his time between New York and Bruges.

“Somewhere out in the woeful constellation of literary comparison, a lonely satellite drifts between remote stars—Ulysses and Mrs. Dalloway, The Stranger and When Harry Met Sally—beguilingly reflecting the distant light of each. Taped to the bottom of that satellite is this perfect little book, a message to extraterrestrial intelligence that says: We are human, heartbroken, grim, and funny in our despair, yet hopeful and miracle-prone, and some of us are French.”—John Hodgman“The year’s most charming oddity . . . Frank and wry, mad and graceful, Bouillier riffs on his convictions, delusions, and stray theories in [this] French pastry, performing a kind of slapstick philosophy that sheds some light on his soul.”—Troy Patterson, Slate, Best Books of 2006“[A] sad, funny and vivid new memoir . . . He is an artist of the memoir form . . . Its talky, run-on, breathless tone [is] confiding and endearing . . . As The Mystery Guest beautifully shows — the power [of] revelation lies entirely within ourselves . . . This memoir—which is shot through with references to the literature that Bouillier loves, to Ulysses and to Ulysses and to Virginia Woolf—gives shape to the question of ‘meaning,’ whether it’s illusory, whether that matters at all . . . It also gives shape to the painful yet somehow hilarious disjunction that is the residue of a shattered love affair . . . You never know, as they say, what’s waiting out there for you; but if you’re lucky, you might discover, at least, The Mystery Guest.”—Erica Wagner, The New York Times Book Review“I woke up the other morning and started to read this marvelous book. I stayed in bed until I had read the last page. I could not for the life of me think of anything in the world I wanted to do but read this book. I am tempted to stay in bed until Grégoire Bouillier writes another one.”—Daniel Handler“[A] slim and lyrical memoir . . . What Bouillier makes of this simple setup is pure Gallic magic—a mix of hapless obsession, sophisticated abstraction, unearned righteousness and hyperarticulate self-doubt—as he tries to guess the woman’s motivations and get a hold of his own feelings. The book’s four short parts—phone call, preparation, party and aftermath—are small miracles of Montaigne-like self-exploration. Reading as Bouillier moves through the light and dark of love, through its forms of ‘maniacal sublimation’ and through its mystery, is arresting.” —Publishers Weekly, Starred Review“A mesmerizing, lyrical memoir of loves lost and unexpectedly found . . . Existential angst has rarely been as humorous or as heartbreaking.” —Jake Lamar, People“Proust in a bottle … Read it, then set it on your desk. Pick it up again. Be startled. By your own scaled-down reflection most of all.”—Walter Kirn, GQ“Darkly hilarious . . . an odyssey [that] wends its loopy way toward yes.”—O, the Oprah Magazine“A refreshingly odd voice . . . With its restless intelligence, The Mystery Guest manages to encompass all the thematic preoccupations of its touchstone, Mrs. Dalloway: time, fate, and the meaning of life. And unlike Ms. Woolf, Bouillier keeps us laughing . . . Bouillier’s prose . . . turns every interaction between the narrator and his fellow guests into a comic meditation on the impossibility of communication . . . And then suddenly, in a stunning reversal, Bouillier sets off the depth charges he’s quietly been planting throughout the book. In the end, we discover that The Mystery Guest isn’t a symphony of missed connections after all, but a kind of hymn to possibility . . . It leaves us moved, even as we shake our heads in disbelief . . . The Mystery Guest [leaves] the reader in a state of grateful intoxication.”—Garth Risk Hallberg, The Millions“[A] perversely satisfying memoir . . . Anyone whose anxieties tend to buzz in the ear, creating a din that makes it impossible to act unself-consciously, will enjoy this slim volume. Mr. Bouillier is looking back and poking fun at himself, but the events are captured with a raw immediacy, making his parade of humiliations feel fresh and profound.” —Emily Bobrow, New York Observer