Suicide is not a fictionalized account of Levé's death; in some respects it is a negative image of it. 'You didn't leave any letters for loved ones to explain your death, ' he writes, although Levé himself reportedly did. Levé's art and life nonetheless converge, fuse, and end brutally together. Ironically,
Suicide represents a new departure for Levé his previous books could be considered conceptual conceits, whereas
Suicide is something else, a purely literary work. At the end of his life, Levé had by no means exhausted his art. –Hugo Wicken,
The Berlin Review of Books A book that will never disappear, a book too provocative ever to be forgotten. –Jacques Morice
An astonishing novel. –Zadie Smith, author of
White Teeth
