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Enrique Vila-Matas
Enrique Vila-Matas was born in Barcelona in 1948. His works include Bartleby & Co, Montano, Never Any End to Paris, The Vertical Journey, winner of the Premio Romulo Gallegos, and Dublinesque, which was shortlisted for the 2013 Independent Foreign Fiction Prize. 'February 2008' is an excerpt from his novel Dietario Voluble, published by Anagrama in 2008.

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Writers from the Old Days

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Issue No. 13

Enrique Vila-Matas

TR. J. S. Tennant

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Issue No. 13

Augusto Monterroso wrote that sooner or later the Latin American writer faces three possible fates: exile, imprisonment or burial.   I met Roberto Bolaño...

poetry

January 2015

Litanies of an Audacious Rosary

Enrique Vila-Matas

TR. Rosalind Harvey

poetry

January 2015

FEBRUARY 2008   * I’m outraged, but I’ve learned a way of reasoning that quickly defuses my exasperation. This...

Modern philosophy is threatened by love, whose objects are never only objects Philosophers have discovered in love a lived geometry that positively demands their professional attentions; they swoop down like angels to deliver their sacred messages But love, which was not invited to the symposium before it had stolen in, remains troublesome Its power to disrupt is strategically deployed in the eternal cock-fight of philosophy   In an essay ‘The Intentionality of Love: In homage to Emmanuel Lévinas’, the Catholic philosopher Jean-Luc Marion offers a gracious account of love’s significance for philosophy (and perhaps also philosophy’s insignificance for love) Marion describes a love that transgresses empirical knowledge, rationality and intentions; love offers the definitive answer to the philosophy of consciousness (the straw man of Western philosophy since Descartes’s dubious cogito) Falling in love, as everyone knows, is not intentional Marion’s love also refutes an existentialist philosophy that holds existence to be my own Love, as any good Franciscan will say, does not live under any logic of possession; it is never apprehended alone but in the presence of others Marion describes the faces of two lovers approaching one another: they make a quadrant of gazes, four black suns radiating and absorbing the invisible light of two gazes at their respective points, making a cross of their unbending trajectories For Marion there are two in love, no more The scene recalls a Gothic Annunciation scene where lines of sacred light describe the path of the divine message towards its target Finally, in Marion’s philosophy it is faith that makes love possible, faith acts as a guarantee in the surrender of your self to another (Faith, love might answer, or inconsolable terror) Love in this elegant diagram is an immediate knowledge for its Two In the world where a multitude of bodies and images intervene, love’s knowledge is accomplished with less geometrical certainty It is often as a problem for knowledge that love is manifest In this state of confusion, the paintings of Lynette Yiadom-Boakye offer new material to the philosophy of love   What has painting got to do

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August 2014

Enrique Vila-Matas

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August 2014

Enrique Vila-Matas was born in Barcelona in 1948. His works include Bartleby & Co, Montano, Never Any End to...

Leaving Theories Behind

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Issue No. 9

Enrique Vila-Matas

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Issue No. 9

I. I went to Lyon because an organisation called Villa Fondebrider invited me to give a talk on the relationship between fiction and reality as...

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fiction

Issue No. 1

Beyond the Horizon

Patrick Langley

fiction

Issue No. 1

Listen to the silence, let it ring on. (Joy Division, Transmission) I It is not yet dawn. The city...

poetry

Issue No. 17

Winter Diary

Galina Rymbu

TR. Joan Brooks

poetry

Issue No. 17

who bravely blasts their breath through the horn flares of gloomy streets, into dripping construction trailers, dropped by the...

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Issue No. 2

The Surrealist Section of the Harry Ransom Center

Diego Trelles Paz

TR. Janet Hendrickson

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Issue No. 2

To Enrique Fierro and Ida Vitale—   Just like you, muchachos, I didn’t believe in ghosts, and if I’d...

 

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