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S/Z by Roland Barthes; La poésie comme expérience by Philippe Lacoue-Labarthe, Le dernier à parler by Maurice Blanchot, De l'Être à l'Autre by Levinas, Economy of the Unlost by Anne Carson, Huts...

The safest way in which one could define modernism in literature is by highlighting its proclivity to ignorance insofar as content is concerned. Mallarmé is a precursor of the modernists, and the...

I've always been fascinated by the figure of Paul Valéry. A figure at once fiery, sanguine, and Olympic, that is, of an exaggerated lucidity, one that in time, repeated over and over again,...

This is a perplexity inducing avowal to take literature, or any artistic manifestation for that matter, for what it is not.

Are artists predisposed, by their craft, to conform to the ethical...

I cannot, try as I might, get over the impression that you're treating literature as though it were a branch of social manifestation liable to being decorticated by means of political economy. This...

I am all too afraid that this demeanor of yours, the underneaths of which I shall stay well clear of, the incumbent decision above all partaking of a compunction vice, testifies but for ancillary...

The transient impression, for all its owing accuracy to the ephemeron's immanent contingency, is that you, Monsieur, are abusing your size, so much to the cause, subsumed to the very one upheld here,...

I feel that I shouldn't know, that I should commit my reasoning to means of silence alone, and therefore pass under inactivity such reactive expedients of thinking--therefore I do not know, but I do...

I confess to finding the pretense to a heroic, herculean reading list philistine and superficial. To the eyes of whom do I have the duty to prove my unequivocal predilection to reading? Where do my...

I too used to be staggered by such incompatibilities. I put them on account of one's position as not quite ripe of age, as since my discovering in Lichtenberg's missive to Ljungberg jotted in a...

I have a hard time imagining that one would be drawn with all one's imaginary, or even only bits of, to this kind of prattle. The list--if there is one, if the formalization of such a thing would not...

It is a syntagm for the malformations of one's countenance due to the accumulation of wrinkles, to which you can add the manifestation of rictus. Here it describes a face not unlike Beckett's own in...

Although strictly technically and judging from a perspective that implies the pure artistic process and ritual, Joyce is superior, and one of the most valuable to have ever existed, I tend to side...

I know not whether by contemporary you aim towards what truly does partake to our time, or is just, aesthetically, close to the art generated by our cultural time. Anyway, you might want to have a...

Bloom—an academic? And what right of meaning should this term be lend exactly? The notion strikes me as sacrilegious, and indeed it proves itself to be so to the utter region, but then again, it...

Perhaps I should refer to them as writers skeptical in regard to language? Writers that retain a specific mistrust as to what a certain word or phrase means: and even to what partakes to this very...

Like Beckett, and Ingeborg Bachmann, and Celan: writers that seem to be unable to make adequate use of language (deliberately) for they feel it cannot express that particular thing they want to, like...

I am of the opinion that we should not perpetuate the nefarious quiproquo which inverts (and perverts) the means with the aim. I am not elaborating these lists, as you name them, for them to be, as...

Beckett. Krasznahorkai. Bernhard, Guyotat, Pessoa, Céline etc. Your name it. Any classification imposed here really should prove to be of no avail to our consensus that some writers are frankly...

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Lately, I've been poring over classical Greek studies, and now I'm interested in some studies on Greek tragedy. Do you happen to know some good works on this subject (preferably older,...

He is but a petty scrivener. His work, his produced, fabricated books have no artistic sensibility about them whatsoever. Let us not be naive: if King had written literature, we could've compared him...

In the Penal Colony by Franz Kafka
The Killers by Ernest Hemingway
The Dead by James Joyce

John Barth, Donald Barthelme, James Joyce.

Artistically speaking, both Dracula and Frankenstein are no match for the impeccable system that runs within Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde. Stevenson proved himself to be a writer of the highest order with...

I love later Henry James. His style is so elusive, so elliptical, dense and impenetrable, his circumlocutions, his obfuscations, his obnubilating constructions--I find this style highly artistic....