The 9/11 attacks on the Twin Towers were terrific disaster television. No special effects! How about those great shots of real people jumping off to avoid incineration? And here comes the novel, which can be read as the preview of a dramatic treatment for the script of the movie. A novel is only second best to reality TV, of course, but there are certain advantages.
Frédéric Beigbeder, a 39-year-old Parisian publisher, literary critic and broadcaster, has been able imaginatively to penetrate places where there were no cameras on that day. He has then described what it may have been like on the 107th floor, in the Windows on the World restaurant, ‘The Greatest Bar on Earth’, for some of the 171 men, women and children who were trapped there at breakfast-time when the terrorists struck. It seems that most of the victims probably survived, suffering with increasing intensity, for an hour and three quarters, until the building collapsed.
In the post-modernist manner, the author, as autobiographical, part-time narrator, confides:
I truly don’t know why I wrote this book.
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