NAPLÓK: az utolsó alma Legutóbbi olvasó: 2025-11-21 09:28 Összes olvasás: 84214| 820. | [tulajdonos]: because | 2022-10-21 11:32 | „The question Why I write? Why wrinting? Why do this rather then anything else? animates a whole section of Barthes’s lecture course of the novel, on his turn to the novel , his newfound desire to break with previous, more theoretical, more fragmented writing practices, and to embark on a different journey, a novel-writing adventure. Why the novel? we might ask. And Barthes gives some explanation: because it is long. Because, unlike previously tested forms – the fragment, paragraph as discrete unit, the note – it has this continuity, this differently expanded, strecthed ongoingness. (’While I may have often flirted the novelistic,’ he says, ’the novelistic is not the novel, and it is precisely this threshold that I wish to cross.’) But before saying anything about the novel as a form in particular – about what one might want to write, and even this way of phrasing the question is new since he had previously thought that ’to write’ was an intransitive verb – the first, more fundamental question has to be: Why, for him, and of all of his other life activities – piano playing, paiting, drawing, teaching – should it be writing, still, the dominant one? The professionalized one, since here he is professing to it: the Professor of Literary Semiology, newly appointed to the Collège de France? Why, even at his life-juncture, following the death of his belowed mother, marked by a powerfully felt desire for change, should the change be envisioned as a switch within rather than a break from writing? Really, the question is ludicrous, says Barthes. And unanswerable, because, How could I, or anyone know? How could I, or anyone, plunge down deep enough into the secret sources of our desires to figure it out? Ludicrous and unanswerable. But the again. Perhaps there is one answer. One general answer, one very spare answer, the one most likely to the most broadly true of anyone who has experienced the desire to write. That answer would be: I write because I have read.” (Kate Briggs: This little art)
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