Harry Mathews, The Conversions (1962)
Here's the coolest thing that happened
reading this novel: I came across a story about a guy travelling
across Africa trading cowry shells to different tribes for different
cowry shells with the ultimate goal of making a profit, and I had the
damnedest sense of deja vu: why do I have this nagging feeling that
I've read this before? I know this is my first
time reading this book. THIS IS WEIRD ARGH. Then I realized:
Mathews was the first (and for a long time only) American member of Oulipo,
and he and Georges Perec were friends and mutual admirers. Life
a User's Manual contains sundry tributes and references to
other writers, some of which I got and some not, and BAM: I
retroactively realized that one of them was to this very book.
COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!