Hannah Arendt in her review of Sarraute’s Tropisms for The New York Review of Books wrote:
Sarraute has cracked open the ‘smooth and hard’ surface of the traditional characters in order to discover the endless vibrations of moods and sentiments, the tremors of a never-ending series of earthquakes in the microcosm of the self.
Here is a good example of an entry from Tropisms of those “endless vibrations of moods and sentiments”:
On the outskirts of London, in a little cottage with percale curtains, its little back lawn sunny and all wet with rain.
The big, wisteria-framed window in the studio, opens on to this lawn.
A cat with its eyes closed, is seated quite erect on the warm stone.
A spinster lady with white hair, and pink cheeks that tend towards purple, is reading an English magazine in front of the door.