Blame Derrida

There are a million reasons I shouldn’t be writing this post right now, but I can’t stop thinking about the disappointing turn Zadie Smith’s otherwise beautiful reflection on climate change for the New York Review of Books takes at the end. Early in the piece, Smith talks about how comfortably her contemporaries have settled into discussions of the “new normal”—avoiding,… Read More Blame Derrida

hello, again.

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything here, but I have been keeping busy. Since October, a couple of book reviews have come out here and there, and a more or less respectable amount of headway has been made on my dissertation. I turned in the final manuscript for The Dark, the most recent of… Read More hello, again.

a bouquet of dark matter

Many thanks to Scott Esposito of The Quarterly Conversation, who brought Daniel Bosch’s recent essay on William Kentridge to my attention. Those of you who read Sergio Chejfec’s My Two Worlds will remember Kentridge’s appearance toward the end of the book, and how his explicitly rendered lines of sight echo the narrator’s particular way of… Read More a bouquet of dark matter