THOUGHTS OF XANADU

Horacio Castellanos Moya's Senselessness brought him to the attention of the English reading world last year. Senselessness was easily ...

On the last evening on this earth, we cut off our days From our shrubs, and we count the ribs that we will carry with us And the ribs that w...

I must admit that I thoroughly liked reading Herzog on Herzog , a collection of interviews that chronologically traces the life and career o...

For a time, the high valley was shrouded in cloud, and for the length of an afternoon they gazed out of the huge panoramic windows, set on t...

3. Cinema verite confounds fact and truth, and thus plows only stones. And yet, facts sometimes have a strange and bizarre power that makes ...

Finally, a few words about Aristakisyan. I mean, I overcome my reserve, I give in to the blogging way, of talking about Artur Aristakisyan, ...

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"Indeed", Walser writes about ash, "if one goes into this apparently uninteresting subject in any depth there is quite a lot ...

The relentless alliance between sadness and the search for time lost is surely a recipe for disaster. For who knows where these dark ramblin...

We can say that the The Tanners does not have a plot; it does not follow the conventionalities of a novel, we meander through it, we read i...

You died young, you who died in autumn, a silent sudden death, leaving a sudden silence. I search for your face in my collection of memories...

An extract below from The Jew, the Arab: A History of the Enemy by Gil Anidjar, considered as one of the "101 most dangerous" prof...

Tears or willow on the ground teeth of gold teeth of pollen like the mouth of a girl from whose hair swells a river in each drop a tiny fish...

In the characteristic style and prose for which Sebald has won many devotees in the English knowing world, there is another addition, an es...

In the reading room of Hell............ In the club for science-fiction fans On the frosted patios.................. ...

Whatever her primary concerns may be, whether they be political or feminist, one can read Cixous for her lyricism alone. And nowhere is it ...

Helene Cixous writes with the force of torrents, unleashed unstoppable rapids, like we imagine angels should if they could, with music, lou...