乔治•佩雷克（1936—1982）的作品慢慢获得成功。他的作品极其多变、新颖，使叙事与诗学创作的要点呈现出新的样式。佩雷克是我们文学界的探索家，时而讽刺（《物》[Les Choses]，1965年雷诺多文学奖），时而出奇地富有系统性（《空间类别》[Espèces d'espaces]）；他是自传新形式的创造者（《暗店》[La Boutique ob-scure]、《W或童年回忆》[W ou le Souvenir d'enfance]、《我记得》[Je me souviens]），又是弃世的编年史作家（《沉睡的男子》[Un homme qui dort]）。通过玩弄字词，他将语言变成游戏与创造的狂喜之地（《院子深处是哪一辆铬手把的小自行车?》[Quel petit vélo à guidonchromé au fond de la cour?]、《消失》[La Disparition]、《归来者》[Les Revenentes]），或者变成一个朝向诗歌（《字母表》[Alphabets]、《关闭》[La Clóture ]）亦朝向哲思（《思考/归类》[Penser/Classer]）的实验室。他曾是乌利波（潜在文学工场）的重要一员。《生活使用说明》（La Vie mode d'emploi，1978年梅迪西斯文学奖），这部“小说（集）”包含了上百部小说以及千种阅读幸福与阅读迷茫，是其一切探索的绝妙概括。

From the author of Life: A User's Manual (Godine, 1987) comes an equally astonishing novel: W or The Memory of Childhood, a narrative that reflects a great writer's effort to come to terms with his childhood and his part in the Nazi occupation of France.

Guaranteed to send shock waves through the literary community, Perec's W tells two parallel stories. The first is autobiographical, describing the author's wartime boyhood. The second tale, denser, more disturbing, more horrifying, is the allegorical story of W, a mythical island off Tierra del Fuego governed by the thrall of the Olympic "ideal," where losers are tortured and winners held in temporary idolatry.

As the reader soon discovers, W is a place where "it is more important to be lucky than to be deserving," and "you have to fight to live...[with] no recourse, no mercy, no salvation, not even any hope that time will sort things out." Here, sport is glorified and victors honored, but athletes are vilified, losers executed, rape common, stealing encouraged and violence a fact of life.

Perec's interpretive vision of the Holocaust forces us to ask the question central to our time: How did this happen before our eyes? How did we look at those "shells of skin and bone, ashen faced, with their backs permanently bent, their eyes full of panic and their suppurating sores"? How did this happen, not on W, but before millions of spectators, some horrified, some cheering, some indifferent, but all present at the games watching the events of that grisly arena?

This book, a devastating indictment of passivity and the psychology of crowds, will find its place beside such great works as Milan Kundera's The Book of Laughter and Forgetting and Primo Levi's The Periodic Table and If Not Now, When?