Alix's Journal
Alix’s Journal is a collection of private notebooks kept by Canadian photographer Alix Cleo Roubaud during the last four years of her life, before her death at the age of 31. Written, in a sense, for her husband—acclaimed novelist, poet, and mathematician Jacques Roubaud—Alix’s Journal straddles the gap between French and English, poetry and prose, the tragic and the comic, the profound and the quotidian. Alix’s idiosyncratic and revealing work gives us access to a singular consciousness, one...
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Moving, fragile, and intimate, Alix’s Journal is a unique testament to a great artist, lost before her time.Publishers WeeklyAlix Cleo Roubaud was a photographer on the cusp of a great career before a pulmonary embolism caused her death at 31. She had battled with depression, addiction, and suicidal tendencies all her life and had carefully chronicled her thoughts on these and other subjects from the age of 18 on. The carefully translated text of the last four years of Roubaud's life is presented here as a chronicle of a woman struggling with depression and complex feelings about art and God. While Roubaud may be recognized within the art world, she is largely unknown to the average reader. Unfortunately, disjointed and sometimes incoherent diary entries may not be the best introduction for anyone not already familiar with her work; large sections of the journal read like the diary entries of an adolescent girl trying on the styles of better writers (Nabokov immediately comes to mind). Had Roubaud lived, she may well have developed a more unique voice. (June)
\ Publishers WeeklyAlix Cleo Roubaud was a photographer on the cusp of a great career before a pulmonary embolism caused her death at 31. She had battled with depression, addiction, and suicidal tendencies all her life and had carefully chronicled her thoughts on these and other subjects from the age of 18 on. The carefully translated text of the last four years of Roubaud's life is presented here as a chronicle of a woman struggling with depression and complex feelings about art and God. While Roubaud may be recognized within the art world, she is largely unknown to the average reader. Unfortunately, disjointed and sometimes incoherent diary entries may not be the best introduction for anyone not already familiar with her work; large sections of the journal read like the diary entries of an adolescent girl trying on the styles of better writers (Nabokov immediately comes to mind). Had Roubaud lived, she may well have developed a more unique voice. (June)\ \
