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]
Adam Thirlwell; Pola Oloixarac; Pierre Guyotat; McKenzie Wark; Gëzim Hajdari (tr. Cristina Viti); Philippe Parreno; Evan Lavender-Smith; Sophie Collins; Sarah Jones; Alexander Christie-Miller; Alice Oswald; Max Porter; Victoria Jenkins; Rob Halpern; Basia Lewandowska Cummings; Ruby Cowling; Natasha Cox
Benjamin Eastham is a writer, editor and curator.
Jacques Testard is the publisher of Fitzcarraldo Editions.
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