Pierre Albert-Birot (1876–1967)

You already know this book. You've read imitations, or imitations of imitations, or imitations of inspirations, or flippant condescension of the very idea (in hindsight, of course), or the modern results of this old idea -modernism- in its varying degrees of mostly unsuccessful forms. This book is weird, funny, oddly pretty, 90 years old and absolutely new.