Nceden Tan Mlanm Ve S N Rlar Izilmi Bildik Bir D Nyan N I Ine Birtak M Ki Ileri Ve Olaylar Yerle Tirerek Kurulan Bir D Nya De Il Bu Kitaptaki Karanl K Thomas, Ger Ek D Nyan N Ters Evrilmi I, Ink R Olan Bir Ba Ka D Nyan N I Inde, Kendi Deneyimini Ve Kendi Evrenini Yaratan, Saf Hayal G C N N Eseri Bir Roman Derin Sularda Y Zmeyi, Uza A, Te Ye Gitmeyi, Blanchot Nun D Ncesinin Dehlizlerinde Dola May Ve Kaybolarak Ba Ka Bir Ben Bulmay G Ze Alan Okurlar I In Existentialist KabbalahInterwar existentialism appeared as a sort of overnight philosophical and literary mushroom Typically attributed to the intellectual spores thrown off by the 19th century philosopher, Soren Kierkegaard, the single word description of existentialism is absurd Absurdity is lack of reason in every sense the absence of implicit meaning, the sterility of human action, and ultimately the pointlessness of life According to Martin Heidegger, for example, the event which provokes the question of the reasonableness of life is its inevitable termination, death, which is the triumph of unreason For the writer Albert Camus, the possibility to personally choose death rather than life gives life its foundational significance, despite the obvious indifference of the universe.Maurice Blanchot is an existentialist But he is not an absurdist in the same way that Heidegger or Camus are absurdists Blanchot believes that because none of us can have an experience of death, it can t be a motivating factor for life Death is a rumour which can t be taken seriously For him, life itself, the experience of existence is the only motivation necessary to fill it with meaning, purpose and reason Experiencing existence in the midst of the daily pressures, obligations, and distractions may not be easy, or even natural , but it is certainly possible Being, as it were, is it s own reward if we care to appreciate it.At the very outset of Thomas the Obscure, Thomas experiences near drowning, apparently intentionally As everything about his world and even his own body dissolves in a sort of trance, he experiences a sort of holy place, so perfectly suited to him that it was enough for him to be there, to be To be not to die is his intention and his experience and it is an attractive experience not one of fear He approaches death and spits in its eye when he feels his own existence quite distinctly from his other bodily sensations or his thoughts.Later that night Thomas has another out of body experience, seeing and feeling himself simultaneously what he looked at eventually placed him in contact with a nocturnal mass which he vaguely perceived to be himself and in which he was bathed outside himself there was something identical to his own thought which his glance or his hand could touch He is objectively present, even to himself In other words he has some sort of unique significance in the world of things He can simultaneously experience and reflect upon that experience This is the miraculous character of his being It is not necessary to look elsewhere for reason This is itself sufficient reason for his life.The existential void, nothingness, exists for Thomas, but it is hardly a threat His experience is that through this void, it was sight and the object of sight which mingled together Not only did this eye which saw nothing apprehend something, it apprehended the cause of its vision Its own glance entered into it as an image from all evidence a foreign body had lodged itself in his pupil and was attempting to go further the body of Thomas remained, deprived of its senses And thought, having entered him again, exchanged contact with the void Thought and the void are interchangeable or perhaps better said the void is an idea a challenging as well as provocative proposal Where does it come from Blanchot is certainly not from the same intellectual gene pool as Kierkegaard, Heidegger, and Camus His literary forebears are Flaubert and Kafka the first aesthetic, the second spiritual Blanchot testifies to both, especially the latter, in his writing and correspondence And it is Kafka s brand of existentialism Jewish, Eastern European, and knowing the inadequacy of the term life focussed which Blanchot represents As Thomas realises on the second night of the story, He was really dead and at the same time rejected from the reality of death Death is not his enemy, nor his inspiration.Blanchot was not merely incidentally interested in Kafka He analysed Kafka s work in detail and recognised its dominant influence the Kabbalah, that mystical discipline which seeks to integrate language with living in a way which can only be described as existentialist Gershon Scholem, the leading scholar of Kabbalah in the 20th century, considered Kafka s work as canonical in Kabbalistic literature, on a par with the Zohar, and even the Bible itself.The Kabbalah is absurdist in the manner in which Blanchot and Kafka is absurdist It seeks to undermine not just the dominance and distortions of language but also the conventions of reason language embodies Thomas explicitly reports at the evening s dinner that he is unsatisfied by the words The purpose of Kabbalah is to reveal what lies behind language, beyond the distractions brought about by everyday life, to expose us to, in a word, existence This is what Heidegger called Dasein, the particular reflective mode of being of a person But in Blanchot, there is Dasein with a difference For a fuller explanation of Kabbalah and its interpretive use, see Dasein, according to Heidegger, must decide what its life is, what it will be committed to, what its point will be For Heidegger, the content of these choices is all there is, this is Dasein tout court But not so for Blanchot He knows that any fixation of purpose is already lethal It implies the cessation of new interpretations, of new possibilities, of learning about oneself as well as the world, of life in a sense profound that the stopping of physical processes For Blanchot existence is a receptacle for the sort of content by which Heidegger defines Dasein This receptacle is not a thing in any concrete sense neither is Dasein but something, nevertheless, which is, and is independent of its contents a psyche, a life force, or if one prefers, a soul Its content is constantly changing It certainly can t be defined by some arbitrary choice at any moment in time.In fact, in some sense this entity is entirely beyond time it is eternal and the locus of a potentially infinite series of interpretations passed on from generation to generation of physical persons largely through language It is an entity, therefore, not driven, like Dasein, by fear of death, but the continuously new possibilities of its interpretations of life.Thomas explicitly uses the method of Kabbalah while reading after dinner He was reading with unsurpassable meticulousness and attention in relation to every symbol This is the technique by which Kabbalah alienates language in order to re establish it as subservient to human interests Every word, every letter, each mark of punctuation has a potentially hidden meaning, in fact an infinity of potential meanings, to be discovered and explored Others would think Thomas wasn t really reading at all because he never turned a page, but this was only because he was being so excruciatingly attentive to his text.The technique has an unusual effect Words become active subjects rather than mere passive objects of Thomas s perception he perceived all the strangeness there was in being observed by a word as if by a living being, and not simply by one word, but by all the words that were in that word, by all those that went with it and in turn contained other words, like a procession of angels opening out into the infinite to the very eye of the absolute This may seem dream like but in comparison with Heidegger s neologisms and prosaic complexity, Blanchot is at least comprehensible It s as if the attention directed at the text enlivens the text itself and encourages it to provide its re constructive judgment on Thomas he recognized himself with disgust in the form of the text he was reading, he retained the thought that while, perched upon his shoulders, the word He and the word I were beginning their carnage there remained within his person which was already deprived of its senses obscure words, disembodied souls and angels of words, which were exploring him deeply Heidegger claims that Language speaks Man and in a sense it clearly does But as Blanchot suggests, Language also interrogates Man If so, there is no need to invent a new vocabulary as Heidegger has done Much better to attend to the angels of words we already possess.Thomas struggles with the merciless text as if he were a student with the Torah But he is thrust back into the depths of his being by the very words which had haunted him and which he was pursuing The Kabbalistic paradox of constructive deconstruction is complete Thomas encounters his own existence through the existence of the text Perfect absorbtive Kabbalah, as Moshe Idel was later to describe it See.I am an expert neither in existentialism nor Kabbalah But I don t think Blanchot can be understood much less appreciated, at least in Thomas the Obscure, without a recognition of his unique combination of these two threads of intellectual and literary endeavour Together I think they provide at least an entry into his method of writing and thought Heidegger s description of Being towards death in Being and Time is clearly dependent on Kierkegaard, although he is not cited explicitly This idea of death giving significance to life, although having Greek philosophical precedents, is most fully expressed in Christian theology The Christian motive for living is salvation after and, crucially, through death This is markedly different from the Judaic and Islamic motive of obedience to the divine will as an end in itself It is, I think, the primary differentiating factor of Christianity as a dogmatic religion of faith, and Judaism as an ethical religion of correct behaviour I believe my characterization of Kafka and Blanchot as Jewish in the above is, therefore, apt both historically and culturally as a Kabbalistic rejection of the Christian standpoint that death provides the meaning for life The distinction between purpose and purposefulness is at the heart of the first volume of Marcel Proust s In Search of Lost Time as well See , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . At once I was taken into the event, the hailstorm of ideas, thoughts, the words seeking their place and joining as magnetic twinings Ever repetitive, ever reaching, dense and incomprehensible while singing the poetry of prose.Relieved that I am finally done though the novel was a mere 117 pages the words, only and slim, are to be excused Yet if I didn t read, Thomas the Obscure, I would not have lodged within me a perspective on the importance of an authentic life, an authentic death Without the use of character or plot development Blanchot covers immense ground in pursuit of life and the living, the living of a death Due to the extraordinary density I will not read this book again but I am grateful I did once Through the non linear rendering a meaning entered silently into my pores It is an experience Once inside it does not leave I can t explain it and I don t think I want to try Some things better left unexamined But it is different than the core messages I receive from linear novels no matter how profound By weathering and reading through how the story is told, its unique and particular form, I was led to a wordless land of words As never before I was inside the event unfolding No longer reading about it, not even from the first sentence I was within the torrential flow of consciousness This was the closest I have come to consciousness through words It was an extraordinary feat.I remove half a kindled star throbbing to join its compatriots due to the tedium at parts and the density I well I wanted it a somewhat a little larger than somewhat a comfortable read The truth is I didn t want to labor so hard Huh This is a part of what Blanchot reveals in this book What life is and isn t Being comfortable in the face of knowledge and wisdom is not a part of, Life, at all Here I am admitting to it publicly Maybe not the brightest thing I ve done.If someone better trained and knowledgeable were to read this book they may very well be able to understand and be able to explicate the unique style, how and why it works, the uses of density and tedium for specific purposes My guess is they will join all 5 stars in a happy reunion I hope it happens I still have much to learn about this book and this Mr Blanchot.4.5 5 Feelings occupied him, then devoured him He was pressed in every part of his flesh by a thousand hands which were his only hand A mortal anguish beat against his heart Around his body, he knew that his thought, mingled with the night, kept watch He knew with certainty that it, too, was looking for a way to enter into him Against his lips, in his mouth, it was forcing its way toward a monstrous union Beneath his eyelids, it created a necessary sight And at the same time it was furiously destroying the face it kissed.In the sea Thomas lived the freedom of the abyss crashing silences But the water mirage on waters disappears Solitude s enemy of the unseen faces living in its blacknesses Nothing is not nothing Silences can mean the repressed, and the hidden It is when he s on the shore and a swimmer is escaping it s edges that he feels closest I can t call it enlightenment almosts but the lessening of a burden, this close to the far away figure Thomas in the woods they are the lessfaces of between the pillars of darkness you are passing them Thomas never escapes the not alone The intruders slip in him thoughts, passions feelings When he is reading he disappears into the eye I, he, it The hideous distortion of meaning into Meaning Oh no, in the dinner there are People The kind of people that sniff around your edges and go back to Their People Not one of us I must be one of these because in all classroom group situations I am the unpartnered The speed of light will never catch up to the speed of sound and they will never hear you, Thomas Oh no, there s a beautiful face I have wondered don t want to know if young and beautiful women read stories and don t feel apart of another species If they look into mirrors unknowing the other is a reflection and can t do anything without them This is Anne world and this is Thomas world Beautiful face eight spider legs all at once walking in the other people world I don t feel for the Anne who cannot beat her fists on the doors of Thomas world and understand it It s not compulsory to have this access That they will move their arm in the mirror when you move yours It is the closeness to the swimmer that gets me When the silence feels like you aren t going to be strangled in your chest Anne world dies and her beautiful face is still beautiful face She also heard Thomas in fact, she knew now what she had to say to Thomas, she knew exactly the words she had searched for all her life in order to reach him But she remained silent she thought what good is it and this word was also the word she was seeking Thomas is insignificant Let us sleep.If nothingness is free Where Thomas doesn t matter anyway Anne world is the living not a host he can t feel free of If Socrates lives through Plato then why doesn t her symbolic world become the kind of brain and gut worms agitating after death Mummified sun that remembers its shadows Solitudes killer is yourself I don t believe that spider Anne could have put one or three or eight probing tentacles into his brain mass and took anything away that wasn t material of her own orbs I am relieved she is free, because death is going to happen anyway, but what about the blind eyes slipping into Thomas I s again They become men, they were him, they were swimmers, the shore It s ugly when you re beating your fists on your own doors, silence begging. Povremeno pro itam neku ovakvu knjigu da proverim jesam li i dalje d iber bez ukusa Jesam, i slava Bogu.Toliko sam se razo arala, na osnovu Blan oovih eseja o ekivala sam zaista ne to druga ije ali za to jer sam optimista, o ito A ovo je pretenciozno i preciozno i pre svega sterilno do bola i sve vreme se vrti isti tos sa paradoksalnim re enicama doga aj je bio toliko ozbiljan da ga niko od prisutnih nije primetio i, tako e sve vreme, dolazilo mi je da poglavljima stavljam podnaslove u stilu Toma pliva i pro ivljava krizu identiteta, pet strana Toma razmi lja da li je u stanju da ustane sa zemlje i ta e mu se onda ru no desiti, dve strane , Toma se valja po podu hotelske sobe u egzistencijalnoj krizi, sedam strana Da, znam da je ovo mnogo cenjeno u krugovima vrhunskih intelektualaca i intelektualnih snobova, ali mante me Remekdelo psiholo kog romana , lele, ako se ovo uporedi npr sa Zapisima Maltea Lauridsa Brigea valjda postaje jasno ko kosi a ko vodu nosi. , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . It was a story emptied of events, emptied to the point that every memory and all perspective were eliminated, and nevertheless drawing from this absence its inflexible direction which seemed to carry everything away in the irresistible movement toward an imminent catastrophe What was going to happen She did not know, but devoting her entire life to waiting, her impatience melted into the hope of participating in a general cataclysm in which, at the same time as the being themselves, the distances which separate beings would be destroyed. Though he originally conceived of it as a novel, Blanchot whittled that first version of Thomas the Obscure down by three quarters to its final form as a r cit One wonders what context may or may not have been shaved off as a result, although Blanchot s steadfast dedication to opacity in his fiction inclines me to doubt how much context would be gained through the restoration of the original text Even than later Beckett, Blanchot defies anything other than guesswork when it comes to interpretation of his work Not that reductionists are scared off For example, his Wikipedia entry laughingly reduces Thomas the Obscure to being about the experience of reading and loss Words fittingly fail me Blanchot was forever probing at what he saw as the void found in writing He was a philosophical cartographer of sorts, much like Kafka and Beckett, though his maps are typically of labyrinthine design which fail by nature to lead one to a specific destination For me, few other writers of fiction so authentically capture in words the futility inherent in attempting to capture in words the futility of facing and describing existence This is the brilliance of the r cit form And I should add that reading Blanchot in translation as I do adds an additional layer of futility to the process In fact, the translator of this volume, Robert Lamberton, includes an excellent short afterword addressing the nature of translation and specifically the difficulty of translating Blanchot.As a first novel this defies all stereotypes attached to such works, except perhaps the one that they hold the seeds of all future work by a given writer Blanchot establishes his baseline and then covers a lot of ground here, certainly beyond just reading and loss And though as with others of his works, I periodically found myself tempted to excavate below his structure, I ultimately found it enjoyable to stay on the surface and just follow his turns of phrase through the labyrinth. Rather than withdraw from a text whose defenses were so strong, he pitted all his strength in the will to seize it, obstinately refusing to withdraw his glance and still thinking himself a profound reader, even when the words were already taking hold of him and beginning to read him he entered with his living body into the anonymous shapes of words, giving his substance to them, establishing their relationships, offering his being to the word be I wish I were a reader like this Thomas the Obscure is a story of a love affair but the lovers live in the world so strangely solipsistic What was going to happen She did not know, but devoting her entire life to waiting, her impatience melted into the hope of participating in a general cataclysm in which, at the same time as the beings themselves, the distances which separate beings would be destroyed And the lovers incessantly keep moving through the weird duality of their world, through being and not being of their existence At this instant the real fall begins, the one which abolishes itself, nothingness instantly devoured by a purer nothingness And for them, present at the absence of life, being and not being are the same I am truly in the beyond, if the beyond is that which admits of no beyond Along with the feeling that everything has vanished, this night brings me the feeling that everything is near me. Eigentlich sollte man dieses Buch weder bewerten noch besprechen, schon aus Wertsch tzung gegen ber Maurice Blanchot, dem Meister des Paradoxons, der in einem seiner Essays anmerkt Der Schriftsteller befindet sich in der zunehmend komischen Situation, nichts zu sagen zu haben, es auf keine Weise schreiben zu k nnen und doch durch eine u erste Notwendigkeit gezwungen zu sein, es unentwegt niederzuschreiben Wie das Zitat ahnen l sst, handelt es sich hier nicht um flotte Unterhaltung Schon die ersten Seiten erwiesen sich als geradezu widerst ndig, die S tze wehrten sich hartn ckig gegen meine vorschnelle Vereinnahmung Schnell begriff ich, dass ich hier Zeit und Energie investieren muss Der Text in seiner extremen Verdichtung erfordert langsames und sehr bed chtiges Lesen in kurzen, konzentrierten Etappen, lange Verdauungspausen und mehrfaches Wiederholen unverdauter Passagen Keine Ahnung, ob man das als Handlung bezeichnen kann, was da auf den Leser zukommt, ich werde versuchen, den Inhalt so gut wie m glich darzustellen Man verzeihe eine gewisse Langatmigkeit, nur so ist es mir m glich, einen halbwegs glaubw rdigen Eindruck dieses schwer zu beschreibenden Werks zu vermitteln Wenn einer schwimmt, schwimmt sein K rper Zugleich hat der K rper, der schwimmt, die Aufgabe zu denken, dass er schwimmt So gibt es einen K rper, der denkt, dass er schwimmt und einen K rper der schwimmt in dem er denkt, und beide sind der selbe K rper.Wenn einer schwimmt und Nebel senkt sich aufs Wasser, sodass die Oberfl che des Wassers in einem gleichm igen Lichtschein verschwindet, dann kann es passieren, dass sich der K rper, der denkt und der, der schwimmt, ineinander aufl sen und mit dem Licht verschmelzen So wird das gedachte Meer zum echten Meer, in dem er wie ertrunken liegt und in dem er seine endlose Reise mit einem abwesenden Organismus in einem abwesenden Meer fortf hrt Aber dann muss er zur ck ans Ufer, wo ihn der Zwiespalt einholt und ihn jeder Blick an seine Zerrissenheit erinnert Sein Sein ist ein Desaster.Noch da und alles klar Thomas, der Obskure, der Denker im Dunkel des Nichtdenkens, ertrinkt in der Leere des Meeres, versinkt in der Finsternis des Waldes und k mpft mit dem Paradoxon der Existenz Seine ussere Welt, die surreal und absurd ist wie ein Traum, verflie t an ihren Grenzen mit der inneren Welt Thomas gr bt sich mit den Fingern geln in die modrige Wirklichkeit des Waldbodens Eine unver nderliche Leiche grub sich da ein und fand in dieser Nichtvorhandenheit von Form die vollendete Form f r ihre Vorhandenheit Es war ein Drama, dessen Grauen die Bewohner des Dorfs im Schlaf empfanden Sp ter sitzt er im Hotel am Tisch, unter sprechenden Menschen, ein weiteres Drama, ein Schweigen trat ein, war ein Gespr ch denn m glich , dann nimmt er Anne wahr und ihre ganze von wundervollem Licht erhellte Gestalt zog ihn an Und anders als mit den Menschen, die beim Abwenden des Blicks bereits einen Tod sterben, gelingt es, mit Anne eine fragile Verbindung herzustellen Die Perspektive des Texts wechselt jetzt in die Innenwelt Annes, die ihre M glichkeiten der Beziehung zu Thomas bedenkt Ja , sagte sie, ich m chte Sie sehen, wenn Sie allein sind Die Unm glichkeit dieses Satzes, nein seiner Aussage, sollte man sich gen lich innehaltend im frontalen Cortex zergehen lassen Nach erfrischender Kontemplation lassen wir Anne weitersprechen Wenn ich jemals vor Ihnen stehen k nnte, indem ich mich ganz von Ihnen entfernte, dann h tte ich eine Chance, zu Ihnen zu kommen, oder vielmehr wei ich, da ich nicht zu Ihnen k me Die einzige mir verbleibende M glichkeit, die Distanz zwischen uns zu verringern, w re, mich unendlich weit zu entfernen Ich bin aber schon unendlich weit weg und kann nicht noch weiter weg gehen Sobald ich Sie ber hre, Thomas Anne erlebt eine gl ckliche Zeit was w re ein Roman ohne sch ne Liebesgeschichte Jedoch, alle Ph nomene des Daseins sind wie schon der alte Siddhartha Gautama wu te unzul nglich, verg nglich und ohne Substanz, das Gl ck dauert naturgem kurz, Anne wird krank, sie stirbt In Kapitel XI spricht Thomas einen in direkter Rede geschriebenen, endlos anmutenden Monolog ber den Tod In diesem wahrscheinlich bedeutsamsten Abschnitt erlebt er seine Trauer und entdeckt seine eigene Existenz im Tod seiner Freundin, den er selber stirbt und so zum einzigen m glichen Toten wird, der einzige Tote, der nicht den Eindruck erweckt, durch Zufall zu sterben Nach zahlreichen Seiten bleischweren Er rterns des ganzen Desasters endet er mit einer Huldigung der Nacht Ach Nacht, jetzt bringt mich nichts mehr zum Sein, nichts wird mich mehr von dir trennen Wunderbar bleibe ich der Einfachheit verhaftet, zu der du mich einl dst Dir gleich beuge ich mich ber dich und biete dir einen Spiegel f r dein vollkommenes Nichts, f r deine Finsternis, die weder Licht noch Nichtvorhandensein von Licht ist, f r diese Leere, die betrachtet Das letzte Kapitel ist erf llt von Fr hling und jubelndem Vogelgezwitscher, glei endem Licht und geb render Natur, man m chte fast ausrufen Hosanna in der H he.Doch nach wenigen Seiten wird die aufsteigende Sonne schon leichenhaft , dr ut schon wieder Verderben und Untergang, das Weltenrad dreht sich erbarmungslos weiterSoweit die Handlung, auch Denken ist schlie lich eine Handlung Wer in meiner l ckenhaften Kurzfassung einen leicht ironischen Unterton heraush ren sollte, h rt nur die Fl he husten Es w re unfair, nicht zu ber cksichtigen, dass erstens der Text ber 80 Jahre alt ist und zweitens auf Franz sisch verfasst wurde Beides rechtfertigt ein gewisses Pathos und eine leicht geschraubte Ausdrucksweise, so gesehen ist der Text nahezu klar und auch frei von berfl ssiger Metaphorik.Was mich fasziniert ist die Radikalit t dieses Texts Er stellt so ziemlich jede bis dahin bekannte Art des Erz hlens in Frage Der Text macht etwas mit mir, er vereinnahmt mich Ich sp re ihn fast physisch Das Lesen ist aufw hlend und erregend, es wird keine Geschichte ber Ereignisse erz hlt, der Text wird selber zum Ereignis Zugleich wird jede Einordnung verunm glicht, die Grenze zwischen Roman, Poesie und Essay ist aufgehoben, es entsteht ein wortgewaltiger Universaltext ber die gro en Fragen der Existenz Er findet in der Nichtvorhandenheit die vollendete Form f r seine Vorhandenheit Die Bedeutung Blanchots f r die Entwicklung der Philosophie und der Literatur, speziell die Postmoderne kann fast nicht bersch tzt werden Was mich st rt, ist die Radikalit t dieses Texts Er stellt all meine berzeugungen ber das Lesen in Frage Der Text macht etwas mit mir Er tut weh Das Lesen ist irritierend und verst rend, eine Zumutung Zu allem berfluss ist der Text philosophisch so berfrachtet, dass es f r mich die Grenze des Ertr glichen berschreitet Ich weiss nicht, soll das Poesie sein, ein Roman oder ein Essay oder eine existenzialistische Liturgie voller Pathos und Kitsch Es gibt keinen Halt, an dem ich mich festhalten k nnte, nur Worte, S tze, die mich verschlingen als bereits die Worte sich seiner bem chtigten und ihn zu lesen begannen Er wurde von H nden f hlbar ergriffen und durchdrungen, von einem Zahn voll Gift gebissen Dass Blanchot nur von ein paar verkopften Philosophen wahrgenommen wurde, ist nicht verwunderlich.Widerspr chlichkeit und alternative Fakten im tats chlichen Sinn einer gleichwertigen G ltigkeit pr gen unsere sogenannte Wirklichkeit st rker, als es Anh nger des Hausverstands wahrhaben wollen auch Newtons Welt ist nur einer dieser ungl cklichen Einzelf lle Vor allem das Denken und die Sprache f hren, wenn selbstbez glich angewandt, unweigerlich zum Paradoxon und in der Folge zur Katastrophe.Paradoxon, Desaster und die Leere, das sind die gro en Leitmotive Blanchots, neben dem Tod, der in seiner Nichterlebbarkeit ebenso ein Paradoxon darstellt wie ein Desaster in seiner Erlebbarkeit und zuletzt die ewige, absolute Stille versinnbildlicht Aus diesen F den webt er ein verschlungenes, mit dem Verstand nicht mehr aufl sbares Klanggewebe, dessen Strukturen direkt in ihrer Dynamik auf den Leser einwirken, ohne Umweg in seinem K rper sp rbare Resonanzen erzeugen und dadurch Geschichte, Handlung, Figuren, ja selbst die Worte obsolet werden lassen Er siedelt sein ganzes Weltbild auch ganz bewu t im Reich des Dunklen an, inklusive Schrecken, Einsamkeit, Angst und Verzweiflung Durch sein Verst ndnis der Leere wird Blanchot gerne als s kularer Mystiker gesehen, trotzdem an seinem Weg berall dieses Grauen lauert Ich w rde die Erfahrung der Leere lieber in einem Gef hl der heiteren Gelassenheit erleben.Wenn es einem Autor gelingt, die Zerrissenheit seiner Hauptfigur im K rper des Lesers leibhaftig zu implantieren, dann heisst das , auch wenn es schmerzt.Wie ein Strauch voll mit schwarzen Tollkirschen ist dieses Buch anziehend und zugleich giftig Ich bewundere es und kann nur jeden davor warnen Der Genu wirkt halluzinogen und kann Ihre Gesundheit gef hrden Life as the Death of LogicThis novel paints everything that s essential to the human being awareness of the Self, of the Other, Love as the supreme experience of Otherness, the inescapable reality of death as a moment of truth when the human being meets his truest barest self, and in a dramatic conclusion Life as the ineffable that eludes the structures of logic and language.We have Thomas Of all the Thomases I can think of, Thomas the doubter comes to mind first the apostle who doubted his own eyes, but then touched the wounds of the Savior now in the resurrected body that defied death by death Thomas is the one who can only be convinced by revelation And the Thomas of this novel tastes Life as revelation not as an abstract enterprise of logic , as well.In the pure, phenomenological experience of existence, the opposites, the things we grasp by logic, a and non a, melt into each other Truly a precursor of post structuralism, this ontological novel acts as immersion in a world beyond or perhaps correctly before language, where signified and signifier are not irrevocably separated The very introductory scene, but indeed almost every sentence is an exercise in expressing a certain meaning, but also a challenge of that meaning puerility as seriousness, walk as the desire not to walk, thought as the object of something other than thought, image as the death of all image, distance as an absence of distance, himself as not himself, torment as peacefulness.The only a and non a binary acceptable in this world is the Self and the Other, or its magnificent expression, Man and Woman, whose experience of each other in the process of love is mystery as the absence of mystery Before Thomas s love, Anne appears, we see Thomas reading in what resembles a pre Eve Adamic experience The words he reads create a corridor of the self that he enters and conquers a lovely description of a good read, by the way But when Anne a just created Eve throws herself into a corridor, as she prepared herself to become the time of men , for her it is empty until she reaches Thomas s door Indeed, the essence of Woman s nature is that she was created for someone This often acts as a need for attachment that deprives her of the autonomy of the Man s existence feminists will stone me for this observation, I know.As they live their interpersonal relationship in which their selves remain intact, Anne transcends this dependent nature of her existence she was visible, she radiated from the most unchangeable matter at the center of nullified thought she was the superior rock, the crumbly earth, without nitrogen, that from which it would not even have been possible to create Adam It is Anne who voices the purpose of death very much resonant with the Patristic tradition on the issue of life and versus despite death it is by death that one can overcome the grip of death, and shed everything that is mortal.In the space surrounding Thomas that was the opposite of space, it was Anne alone who resisted dissolution, presenting him a face To show that Anne, the par excellence Other, is a being in her own right, we hear her voice, too How could she have interrogated a being whose existence was a terrible question posed to herself Decades after this novel was written, we see this idea of the Face the irresistible call that the Other through the vulnerability manifested in her face addresses to the Same developed into the most spectacular and dramatic ethical theory, in the work of Emmanuel L vinas who, not surprisingly, was a close friend of Maurice Blanchot The only possibility I would have to diminish the distance between us would be to remove myself to an infinite distance , Anne says This too is reverberated in L vinas in his infinity concept, which is a dimension of love that it s the opposite of self sufficient totality The scene describing Thomas and Anne together is indeed L vinas s Totality and Infinity in a literary nutshell And quite the opposite of the existential despair of the couple in Paul Bowles s The Sheltering Sky.While Anne experiences death first hand, Thomas s own meeting with death is death in life Following Anne s decease, in a rather Shakespearean monologue he is completely emptied of himself, just like Anne in her own death Thus he becomes alive than ever, and opens the door to a whole new experience of the world This is when we get the first descriptions of nature the birds, the colors, the flowers, the sky.The conclusion drawn from this show of non opposite opposites is a shattering criticism of lifeless logic I think therefore I am not To think, insofar as it means to succumb to structures and language, is the inability to live.This is not a real novel, the characters and the barely there plot are probably an intentional deconstruction of our structural concepts of character and plot However, this too is done through language, which it cannot really escape my only criticism of the book But this also reveals that certain branches of philosophy, ontology and ethics, rely heavily on literary narrative I m curious if all this could have been achieved in a non philosophical and straight forward literary novel.
- 160 pages
- Thomas l'obscur
- Maurice Blanchot
- 05 July 2018 Maurice Blanchot