Tag Archives: Clarice Lispector

June 28

Água Viva – Clarice Lispector and reading the invisable text. (Book Review)

The journey one takes toward Clarice Lispector has a great deal to do with the way she is read. I came to her through Helene Cixous, and therefore she (CL) has become inseparable from me, as I experiment with my reading of her, paying almost as much attention to my internal carry-on-chorus that wobbles along […]

June 28

The Hour of the Star: Clarice Lispector speaks on life, death and the question ‘Who am I?’

  Everything in the world began with a yes.  One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born. But before prehistory there was the prehistory of prehistory and there was the never and there was the yes.  It was ever so.  I do not know why, but I do know the universe never […]

June 17

On Clarice Lispector and breath. (Article)

“I am so mysterious that even I don’t understand myself.” CL I am currently reading Agua Viva by the great Clarice Lispector, translated by Stefan Tobler. There are lamentably few of Lispectors works translated into English – hopefully this will change as her popularity here increases as in her native Brazil. I’ll review Auga Viva […]

Amulet – Roberto Bolaño scatters the personalities of Mexican poetry.

This is going to be a horror story.  A story of murder, detection and horror. But it won’t appear to be, for the simple reason that I am the teller.  Told by me, it won’t seem like that.  Although, in fact, it’s the story of a terrible crime. I am a friend to all Mexicans. […]

I think I need to start smoking: or how to be an artist without a Gauloises hanging from your mouth.

I was rather disturbed to find out recently that some folk I admire are giving up smoking. I was startled to say the least. No matter what anyone says, smoking remains the hallmark of cool. It’s as synonymous with art as booze, and as chic as any Euro fantasy. Besides my obvious initial concerns (the loss of […]

Clarities – Blandine Longre A review

One of my favourite throw away lines that gains little social impact and yet means everything to me is that it is a magnificent time in history to be a woman. Perhaps not the very best time (I hope that is still to come) but the best the world has been able to offer thus […]