Through Wood and Dale onto the plain
Whenever the snark debate rears its zombie head, I want to refer (again) to the criticism of Maurice Blanchot. Nowhere will you find a literary judgment as crude as “the best” or “the worst”, or whatever. He neither pre- or proscribes a literary fashion. Reading him, one begins to develop a reading sensitivity that other critics, more concerned with fashion, politics or religion, only ever dull.
But Blanchot is often fiendishly difficult, particularly in his later theoretical writings. It is with this in mind that Will Large offers a short, tentative definition of his theory of the neuter.
Other Splinters posts of interest:
- Good Richard Sieburth review of Mallarm� books
- Irrelevant intensity
- The Sirens’ Song Lars Iyer�s latest essay Blanc…
- Live Blanchot
- Herman Doom
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