|also in my profile...found in my lit crit class today
||[Nov. 2nd, 2005|06:42 pm]
I have no evidence but myself.
"Our culture has metamorphosed this idea of narrative, or writing, as something designed to ward off death. Writing has become linked to sacrifice, even to the sacrifice of life: it is now a voluntary effacement which does not need to be represented in books, since it is brought about in the writer's very existence. The work, which once had the duty of providing immortality, now possesses the right to kill, to be its author's murderer, as in the cases of Flaubert, Proust, and Kafka. That is not all, however: this relationship between writing and death is also manifested in the effacement of the writing subject's individual characteristics...the mark of the writer is reduced to nothing more than the singularity of his absence; he must assume the role of the dead man in the game of writing."|