Every true work of literature re-asks the question of what it means to tell a story. In doing so, it moves towards what cannot be spoken; something that lies beyond it, an impossible, shimmering thing. This is why the work of literature, when one encounters it, is always a surprise. It is also why it is a rarity. For support in this claim, we might ask the two great European critics of the previous century: “all great works of literature establish a genre or dissolve one” (Walter Benjamin), “Let us suppose that literature begins at the moment when literature becomes a question” (Maurice Blanchot). More immediate, much
A Personal Anthology, by Daniel Fraser
A Personal Anthology, by Daniel Fraser
A Personal Anthology, by Daniel Fraser
Every true work of literature re-asks the question of what it means to tell a story. In doing so, it moves towards what cannot be spoken; something that lies beyond it, an impossible, shimmering thing. This is why the work of literature, when one encounters it, is always a surprise. It is also why it is a rarity. For support in this claim, we might ask the two great European critics of the previous century: “all great works of literature establish a genre or dissolve one” (Walter Benjamin), “Let us suppose that literature begins at the moment when literature becomes a question” (Maurice Blanchot). More immediate, much