Oulipo? This is embarrassing…

I was reading an exchange between a couple of internet strangers, to me anyway), and happened upon the title of a book and the name of its author. If I recall, the discussion at hand was about the longest book they had each read (mine is probably Anna Karenina, and it happens to be my favorite book.) The title and author's name were prefaced with, "the longest book ever written is only 10 pages long, but impossible to read in a lifetime." Wait, that doesn't even make sense. I was introduced, because I had to look it up, to A Hundred Thousand Million Poems by Raymond Quineau and the world of Oulipo. My wife is a very good writer but very opposed to opening herself up to criticism. She's also a fan of unique books, and her birthday is in a few days. I made it my mission to find this book. It's damn near impossible. If you can find, it most likely will run you from several hundred to several thousand dollars. OK, new plan. I finally came across the Oulipo Compendium edited by Harry Mathews and Alastair Brotchie. These were apparently limited to 10k copies released in London, and 10k copies released in Los Angeles. It contains, among a multitude of other works, a reprinting of Quineau's 10 page book of poetry. A copy of the compendium arrived yesterday. I feel like there's an entire new world of literature that manifested into existence. Was I the last to know of Oulipo? Because that would be embarrassing.