{"product_id":"excess-the-factory","title":"Excess—The Factory","description":"\u003cp\u003eIt’s spring. The factory is fat and cold.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eYou look, outside.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eYou arrive through the fields, through the countryside.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eYou pedal in the air, transparent and closed in.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe countryside is yellow and green.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eYou pass through anonymous trees. The path crunches, fragile.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eYou ride on sharp crumbling stones, dry pebbles, gravel.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eSlight creatures fly against the wide flat sky.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eFrom far away you see it. It’s set on the grass, light. The sheet metal is thin, undulating.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe windows are all open. The air circulates, identical.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eYou put away the bike. The courtyard is paved with rounded stones.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eIn the back, scaffolding. The paving stones make a strange surface, calm.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eYou cross the air. Between the stones, grasses poke through.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eNothing disappears, ever. The air swells, at each instant, with odors.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eYou advance through the round courtyard. The sky above, naïve. You are afraid, endlessly.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eWomen arrive in soft blouses. You have eyes, you see their breasts.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eSpace is divided. It’s terrible.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eYou are not protected.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eYou come, you go. Cruel and soft spring.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eFactory the factory, first memory.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eLeslie Kaplan was born in Brooklyn, but raised and educated in France. Beginning in January 1968, Kaplan worked for two years in a series of factories, and participated in the events of May 1968. \u003ca href=\"\/products\/lexces-lusine\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eL’excès-L’usine\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e (\u003cem\u003eExcess—The Factory\u003c\/em\u003e) was published in 1982 with Hachette. Since then she has published over a dozen works (novels, essays, and theatre pieces) with P.O.L. and Gallimard.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eTranslated from the French by Jennifer Pap and Julie Carr.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Commune Editions","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":57358188806484,"sku":"A8B-35913","price":25.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1072\/9609\/6596\/files\/excessleslie.jpg?v=1790814423","url":"https:\/\/after8books.com\/products\/excess-the-factory","provider":"After 8 Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}