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One Who Was Standing Apart from Me
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Title: One Who Was Standing Apart from Me
Author: Maurice Blanchot
ISBN: 9780882681511
Publisher: Station Hill Press @ Barrytown
Published: 1995
Binding: Paperback
Language: English
Condition: New
Fiction 1623179
Publisher Description:
This work takes the form of a conversation, an interview. An obsessive questioning back and forth builds up Blanchot's narrative, with its sense--shared with Kafka's famous doorkeeper parable--that behind each question lies the spooky possibility of a further, more imposing, more insoluble question. Thematically, powerlessness, inertia, insufficient speech, weariness, falling, faltering--everything tied to a negative or nonexistent value in ordinary discourse--is given value here by its being articulated, moved into writing and thought. What's insignificant or worthless gathers weight through its troubling persistence, its failure to disappear. The endless conversation of Blanchot's writing turns fiction toward an experience of listening--a far cry from the storytelling most fiction (still) takes itself to be.
Author: Maurice Blanchot
ISBN: 9780882681511
Publisher: Station Hill Press @ Barrytown
Published: 1995
Binding: Paperback
Language: English
Condition: New
Fiction 1623179
Publisher Description:
This work takes the form of a conversation, an interview. An obsessive questioning back and forth builds up Blanchot's narrative, with its sense--shared with Kafka's famous doorkeeper parable--that behind each question lies the spooky possibility of a further, more imposing, more insoluble question. Thematically, powerlessness, inertia, insufficient speech, weariness, falling, faltering--everything tied to a negative or nonexistent value in ordinary discourse--is given value here by its being articulated, moved into writing and thought. What's insignificant or worthless gathers weight through its troubling persistence, its failure to disappear. The endless conversation of Blanchot's writing turns fiction toward an experience of listening--a far cry from the storytelling most fiction (still) takes itself to be.
