Written in old age (Sarraute is 96), this surpassingly witty and surprisingly absorbing râcit extrapolates several ingenious meditations from its initiating situation: the inability to remember a word. The elusiveness of language and its power to alter us even as we use it are explored in discursive sketches whose speakers and hearers find that innocent questions can reawaken long-buried fears, or--in the most amusing piece--that the need to avoid embarrassment or offense while attending a funeral can betray well-meaning mourners into highly inappropriate babble. Not exactly fiction, but a splendid demonstration of and tribute to the continuing seductiveness and power of an intricate and original mind.