“I was seeing something that would only make sense later—I mean, something that only later would profoundly not make sense. Only later would I understand: what seems like a lack of meaning—that’s the meaning.”
Brad Johnson reviews Clarice Lispector’s “The Passion According to G.H.” (trans. Idra Novey) from New Directions.
“what occurs when language turns in upon itself, finds itself wanting, but nevertheless wants nothing but itself?”