Well. I‘m not sure what I‘ve just read. This groundbreaking surrealist novel tells about the narrator‘s obsession with a woman he met in Paris, the eponymous Nadja. The book incorporates photographs reproductions of artwork as well as Nadja‘s drawings. On the one hand, the passages focused on Nadja seem ordinary. On the other there are paragraphs where I understand the individual words, but I can‘t make the sentences stick in my mind. It‘s boring.