There is a certain stylistic reason about their writing that really strikes a chord. But also their perspectivism. Barthes with his concept of pleasure, of eroticism, of texts that follow a doctrine of hedonism, for example, truly is one of a kind. The same goes for Sontag or Walter Benjamin or Adorno or George Steiner or Jacques Derrida or Lacoue-Labarthe or Kristeva or Blanchot or Bakhtin and so on. They are not usual, dogmatic critics, even if some of them had come up with a dogma of their own, but even so, they still acted like insurgents, like iconoclasts that really could not fit in a very large branch. For example, Adorno and Steiner and Derrida and Lacoue-Labarthe have all written about Paul Celan, about his obscure verses, about the difficulty that his poems reclaim. They weren't dull and boring, they always managed to give birth to a new point of view, as Barthes argued that this should be the critic's main aim: to bring to light new meanings. And I was wondering, what would be a list of those strange, unclassifiable literary spirits? What I'm looking for is the courage to break the lines, to transgress the limits imposed by previous critics; a kind of rapturous energy that burns like phosphorus--I'm looking for critics that could get obsessed by their subject and wrote full-out, indefatigable, unafraid, in a very personal, idiosyncratic manner; critics that are inimitable, that, perhaps, would've been enthralled by Celan's hermetic formulae.