"Blanchot, eminent author of many volumes of fiction and criticism (Death Sentence, The Gaze of Orpheus), ranks among French practitioners of the "anti-novel," which challenges and dismantles the usual storytelling conventions.
Three anonymous, phantom-like people—two men and a woman—drift and muse in the game rooms, corridors and piano alcove of a seaside hotel or sanitorium. The narrator, a newcomer, loves the young woman. Much of the time these two converse, exploring their existence (or non-existence) and their relationship to a professorial man who is "not very old yet strangely ruined."
The ambiguous condition of the three suggests the living death of a shared dream, hallucination or endless wait in limbo, where emotions still have sharp validity. At times the novel has the quality of a musical poem, with themes and variations played on certain words: calm, space, light, suffering.
Reading Blanchot is to submit profoundly and willingly to the disorienting power of language. Written 30 years ago, The Last Man stands as an innovative work of postmodernism."
— Publisher's Weekly