Lee has just reviewed Marie Darrieussecq's White for us:
It's a sad fact but I can't help thinking if Marie Darrieussecq was a man her profile as a writer of true, original and startling literature would be bigger [...] Darrieussecq's fifth book to date [...] is simply masterful; its detached, unhinged narrative is a joy to read - albeit a rather difficult, challenging joy. Such prose styling is probably the reason not that many people have heard of her in this country, flimsy poetic books by French authors not really being our cup of tea. I say "our" through gritted teeth, of course. I always have.
(For all of Lee's review of White.)