The book
Brought alive, invented minute by minute under the stage lights as a marionette is, except that she was very alive and besides, she went from one state to another so quickly, mixing the woman and the puppet, but she was definitely the puppet as well. A marionette, a great priest: this is something that isn’t mine, I offer it to you – music, words, these gestures as well, I leave them hanging on the air … That’s what a performer is: an instrument … “Performer?” A wonderful talent to give what you do not have …*
*Jean-Jacques Schuhl, “Ingrid Caven”, City Lights Books
Reviews:
“Magnificent and violent, strange and disquieting. Provocative and harshly moving.”
Le Monde Livres
“Something between a love letter and a discarded Polaroid you happen on by chance, slightly yellowed, not even a date. Reading Ingrid Caven may be the most intelligent way to bid the century adieu.”
Madame Figaro
“[Ingrid Caven in] … her many metamorphoses: a bohemian Madame Bovary, a redheaded noir vamp, an aristocrat in a boa, a singing sleepwalker.”
Les Inrockuptibles