<DIV>Winner of France’s prestigious Prix Goncourt and a runaway bestseller, Jean Echenoz’s <i>I’m Gone</i> is the ideal introduction to the sly wit, unique voice, and colorful imagination of “the master magician of the contemporary French novel” (<i>The Washington Post</i>). Nothing less than a heist caper, an Arctic adventure story, a biting satire of the art world, and a meditation on love and lust and middle age all rolled into one fast-paced, unpredictable, and deliriously entertaining novel, <i>I’m Gone</i> tells the story of an urbane art and antiques dealer who abandons his wife and career to pursue a memorably pathetic international crime spree.<br><br>“Crisp and erudite” (<i>The Wall Street Journal</i>), “seductive and delicately ironic” (<i>The Economist</i>), and with an unexpected sting in its tail, <i>I’m Gone</i>—translated by Mark Polizzotti—is a dazzling, postmodern subversion of narrative conventions and an amused look at the absurdities of modern life. With a wink and a nod and a keen eye for the droll detail, Echenoz invites the reader “to enjoy <i>I’m Gone</i> in the same devil-may-care spirit in which it is offered” (<i>The Boston Sunday Globe</i>).<br><br></DIV>