My review of George Steiner's My Unwritten Books is online here.
Someone – smarter, better read, and with a significantly more puckish literary sensibility – could do a whole study of the peculiarly Borgesian faith in the power of non-existent books.
Maybe someone already has, and I just haven't heard of it. Wouldn't be the first time.
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A very subtle and funny writer - one I've become obsessed with over the past year - in a decidedly Muriel Spark mood. Imagine The Pr...
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Are you clever literary-secularists allowed to use the word "faith?" Might I pompously suggest a substitution: "unbelief?"
Look forward to your existent book (but, of course, if I were Baudrillard, I might see this book as a simulacrum, non-existent even, a text taken on faith...) Ah, the conceits of language.
I'm more literary Manichean than literary secularist, Ross.
Neo-Manichean, Nathan...you're Neo-Manichean. No, Mr. Neo Manichean, Neo Mani...no, wait! Your Neo. Yeah, man--you're Neo.
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