. . . whoever he his. The man himself (via Amardeep Singh quoting Saul Bellow quoting Grillet):

Fifty years of disease, the death notice signed many times over by the serious essayists . . . yet nothing has managed to knock [character] off the pedestal on which the 19th century had placed it. It is a mummy now, but one still enthroned with the same phony majesty, among the values revered by traditional criticism.

Somebody talking about the man on Bookforum:

In a book of critical essays, For a New Novel (1963), and by the example of his own now canonical novels The Voyeur (1955), Jealousy (1957), and In the Labyrinth (1959), Robbe-Grillet pointed the way toward a fiction that eschewed psychological motivation in favor of pure, almost analytical description of physical reality. [Emphasis added.]

Now who does that sound like? Well, I don’t have anyone in particular in mind, to tell you the truth, but somebody should find ’em and put ’em in a jar with Robbe-Grillet and shake it to make ’em fight.