not dead, just resting my eyes

Currently reading Barthes’ Death of the Author, which is not as much fun as the title would seem to suggest, given that no one actually dies in it. However, it is the prompt for some high dudgeon and dramatic outbursts. I overheard one of my fellow students referring to Barthes as “our enemy – the one who wants us all to disappear…” A very interesting construction to put on this text, the premise of which is unnecessarily obscure, but not especially controversial. He’s just saying, it’s about language, it’s not about you. Get over yourself. Right?


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