Smart, but... why?

More impressive than enjoyable. There are some good bits to it, but most it it still feels more like a writing exercise.

If it was not only brilliant...

A rationalization or justification, or an account anyway, of A Void’s at first striking oddity of syntax, would only add to what's said, for said book is writ with a modus or approach in form, far beyond common or insignificant brio that the book displays in its postscript. Any stab at imitation, as is plain in this, a shot at calculating a kind of worth to such artistic shinanigans, can only act as a provocation to an I such as I, who also constructs narrations, as an invitation to my own imagination—tout court many things do grow through constraint! An imagination, through avoiding things, can’t but grow, word by word, going down many intriguing and oft unthought linguistic byways, amusing us all along its many winding paths! It works—in so many ways I can think of, by imagining brand-spanking x novo syntax only this instant born through linguistic gyrations, all around what A Void can and will not say—what it must, over all things, always and for all days avoid saying—its point or raison. And that, in conclusion, is its point. Almost without flaw! I found much joy in pouring my sight through A Void’s many folios and thinking upon its many, many voluntary omissions of a singular Vowl--Anton who's missing.

je vais pas mentir, ça me frustre un peu mais je laisse tomber. cette lecture ne m'a pas accrochée et je n'ai pas réussi à la percer. l'exploit stylistique d'écrire toute une histoire, une enquête, sans jamais utiliser la lettre e, en la contournant via divers stratagèmes, est indéniable, bravo perec i guess, mais je subis plus l'intrigue qu'elle ne me happe.
trop dommage, peut-être ai-je idéalisé mon expérience de lecture avant de la vivre, peut-être devrais-je réessayer plus tard avec comme avertissement ma première appréhension de l'œuvre, mais pour cette fois, je n'irai pas plus loin

wow. if you take the movie "the number 23" and mix it with thomas pynchon's "the crying of lot 49" you might get something [a little more linear] than this book.
amazing.
it's a little difficult to get into. understandably a book that contains not a single "e" is quite wordy and filled with a plethora of unnecessarily lengthy synonyms, however once you get into it, it is absolutely enthralling.
the plot is a crazy murder-mystery conspiracy type story that involves wordplay and alphabet games that fuck with your head and leave you figuring out puzzles throughout 26 (go fig!) chapters of e-less wonder.

I am just still in total shock that anybody could accomplish writing a book without using a particular capital. AND that anybody could modify it into an additional idiom still without any. Mr. Author and Mr. Translator, I applaud you!
And "A Void" was an awfully good book to boot!

Conceptually fascinating but not very interesting as a story