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The latest addition to our Reviews Section is a piece by Larissa Kyzer on Laurence Cosse’s A Novel Bookstore, which is available from Europa Editions in Alison Anderson’s translation.

Larissa reviews for us on a regular basis, when she’s not learning various languages, writing for L Magazine, or reading Scandinavian lit . . . She’s a smart reviewer, and this look at Cosse’s novel is interesting both in its praise and criticisms. Here’s the opening of her review:

���Ĵ�ý�Who should we see at the police to denounce attacks against literature?���Ĵ�ý� Such is the question that two bookstore owners—one an elegant heiress, the other a self-educated, solitary, bohemian bookseller—solemnly pose at the opening of French author Laurence Cossé���Ĵ�ý�s satirical biblio-thriller, A Novel Bookstore. Both avid and opinionated readers, Francesca Aldo-Valbelli and Ivan (Van) Georg embarked on an entirely idealistic enterprise—to open The Good Novel, ���Ĵ�ý�a perfect bookstore, the kind where you���Ĵ�ý�d sell nothing but good novels.���Ĵ�ý� Their inventory selection process was complex and clandestine: a panel of eight unidentified novelists—each with their own code name, such as ���Ĵ�ý�Quinoa���Ĵ�ý� and ���Ĵ�ý�Strait-laced,���Ĵ�ý� or ���Ĵ�ý�The Red���Ĵ�ý� and ���Ĵ�ý�Green Pea���Ĵ�ý�—would generate lists of titles to be stocked. Books on hand would be old and new, from countries worldwide. However, The Good Novel would not fall prey to current publishing trends, and would not depend on forthcoming novels or best sellers—���Ĵ�ý�books not worth bothering with���Ĵ�ý�—to make a profit.

The Good Novel had a fabulous debut, but its unfettered success was not to last. Shortly after its opening, the store faced a sudden onslaught of attacks. Vitriolic opinion pieces declaring the store���Ĵ�ý�s mission to sell only good books as ���Ĵ�ý�totalitarian���Ĵ�ý� were published in newspapers. Malicious customers arrived in hordes, ordering Danielle Steele books they never planned to pay for. Most shocking, three of the members of the secret selection committee were not only identified, but violently attacked by mysterious strangers who pointedly taunted them: ���Ĵ�ý�It���Ĵ�ý�s like being in a bad crime novel, huh. . . . ? With vulgar characters and a stupid plot . . . So this isn���Ĵ�ý�t a good novel, huh?���Ĵ�ý�

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