An unusually good day over at the Guardian. First, Lee's piece on Ann Quin, and now we also have Tom McCarthy's top 10 European modernists. About Maurice Blanchot, Tom says:
Nobody has better thought through the question of what literature fundamentally is than this man: it's a non-space, a vanishing, a being-towards-death. Blanchot was lined up in front of a Nazi firing squad in 1944, but was reprieved at the last minute and lived, albeit as a virtual recluse, until 2003, endlessly narrating the unnameable disaster - of history, thought, writing itself.