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Yes indeed, Marguerite Duras is a French literary Lars Von Trier, willingly dropping the reader into a state of doubt and unease. 'India Song' continues upon the story of [b:The Ravishing of Lol Stein|280|The Ravishing of Lol Stein|Marguerite Duras|https://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/books/1367749732s/280.jpg|378707] and is equally vague and disturbing.

In 'India Song', the story of Michael Richardson and Anne-Marie Stretter is elaborated upon. (Hey, at least Richardson is consistent in his choice of women. Stretter is a nutcase as well!). In true Duras style, nothing is really clear in this book. In fact, the story (if there is any to be told) is delivered by a variety of voices that have their own interests at heart. They are far from omniscient, trustworthy or consistent and this, of course, has its repercussions for the general experience of the book as well.

'India Song', in the end, is an intriguing little book/play, which succeeds in describing some very visceral scenes, but which is also very empty. There's nothing to describe, really. I'm out of words.