There are two categories in the literary system I’d like to celebrate at high speed: the lonely writer, and the magazine. And I want to perform a mini pause and consider that second category, the magazine, the category of which The White Review forms such an elegant example. I guess I think that the fact that such a magazine exists is one proof that literature might still be possible in this distracted era. For the lonely writer needs the magazine, very much – the magazine and its lonely editors. Because, speaking as one such melancholy novelist, it has to be
admitted that, given the amount of pre-existing stories and myths and objects and products in this world, it’s basically crazy to want to add to this giant heap. The wish to do so is a small conundrum of vanity. And one possible instrument for the solving of this conundrum is an editor. Laziness, after all, is natural. Moral murkiness, stylistic self-satisfaction, lack of sense of humour: these are the usual modes of the writer alone with her computer screen. To avoid such things it’s therefore useful and dispiriting, usefully dispiriting, ... [Click to read more]
Christian Newby, Benedict Andrews, Camille Henrot, Jacob Bromberg, Wesley Rothman, Vidyan Ravinthiran, Mark Prince, Laura Elliott, William E. Jones, Jacques Rancière, Rye Dag Holmboe, Chris Kraus, Joshua Abelow, Nicola Barker, Lydia Davis, David Winters, Isabelle Wenzel, Jean-Philippe Toussaint, Edward Gauvin, Najwan Darwish, Sousan Hammad, Andrew Nance, Orit Gat, Greg Baxter
Benjamin Eastham is a writer, editor and curator.
Jacques Testard is the publisher of Fitzcarraldo Editions.
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