"You used to read dictionaries like other people read novels. Each entry is a character, you'd say, that might be encountered under another rubric . . . A dictionary resembles the world more than a novel does, because the world is not a coherent sequence of actions but a constellation of things perceived. It is looked at, unrelated things congregate, and geographic proximity gives them meaning. If events follow one another, they are believed to be a story. But in a dictionary, time doesn't exist: ABC is neither more nor less chronological than BCA."– Suicide, by Eduoard Levé, translated from the French by Jan Steyn, excerpted in Harper's, April 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
how we read and how we are
Labels:
being and nothingness,
bookish,
language time
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