Are all autobiographies bullshit? Can anyone really truly know themselves? Is there a "self" at all?
We fumble for answers to these questions during our discussion of Edouard Levé's experimental (anti) memoir, Autoportrait.
Also mentioned: Jean Amery, Georges Perec, Fernando Pessoa, Ulysses
Also existentially disturbing: the audio glitch around 8:05. Apologies.
