A clarity which startles

It’s terrible to be in danger of writing a philosophical novel “I suppose since I’m largely influenced and interested in moral philosophy that some of the reflections about moral philosophy and about ethics may be connected with thinking about the dilemmas of my characters but this is very, very indirect. Philosophy is such a different game from writing fiction. I think it’s terrible to be in danger…

Defeating the formlessness

I’m not a philosophical novelist “I’m not a philosophical novelist. People think that because I’m a philosopher there’s a philosophical view being put across, but this is not so. I’ve got a philosophical viewpoint but I certainly don’t want to force it across in the novels, although a certain amount of one’s metaphysic in a…

Franz Kafka is Dead

Dead “Franz Kafka is Dead He died in a tree from which he wouldn’t come down. “Come down!” they cried to him. “Come down! Come down!” Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. “I can’t,” he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. “Why?” they…

What can literature do that nothing else can?

This chance to become something “I think there were many things involved, but looking back, there must have been some sense that not only was writing a chance to express myself (…) I think it was something else, I think I recognized it was a chance to create myself. To actually decide for myself, who…

Because what is a question but a voided space?

Lost in the woods “We are as forlorn as children lost in the woods. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours. And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what more would you know…

Absent Place — an April Day —

[a weekly compilation of random things] [Spring slowly breaking through the heavy blanket of cold – birds back – the first greens sprouting on the branches – dandelions spreading over in the sidewalks’ cracks – and cherry trees raving wild with blossom. Easter has welcomed us quietly – during the night – with a thin layer…

Making sugar out of light

[A weekly compilation of random things] A poem “‘The trees, good Seraphim, begin to sing at dawn about making sugar out of light’ (…)” (Rae Armantrout, ‘Traffic’. Granta, December, 5th, 2016) Arnon Grunberg on the rise of populism “(…) Voters do not pick populist parties for want of more democracy but rather the opposite. See…