Chevillard’s characters in Prehistoric Times remind us of the inhabitants of Beckett’s world: dreamers who in their savage and deductive folly try to modify reality. The writing, with its reservations, its burlesque variations, its accelerations and ruptures, takes us into a frightening and jubilatory delirium, where the beginning of the story is forever deferred. With an entirely original voice and mind, Chevillard asks looming, luminous, and very funny questions about who we are, where we come from, and where we might be going.