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Dear Madam,
Please forgive me for answering you with a letter. Reading yours, in which
you ask me for a text to be placed in the issue of an American university
journal (Yalel on the topic: "Literature and the ethical question," I was
frightened and nearly in despair. "Once again, once again," I said to myself.
Not that I pretend to have exhausted an inexhaustible subject, but on the
contrary with the certainty that such a subject returns to me* because it
cannot be dealt with. Even the word "literature" is suddenly foreign to me.
What of literature? And of this "and" between literature "and" ethics? If I
am not mistaken, Adorno, in one of his books on Alban Berg, whose student
and friend he was, tells us that one day Schumann spoke of his horror of
music. I In the same way Alban Berg [remember Haydn's symphony, simple
though it may be, entitled "The Farewell Symphony") sought to give shape
through music to the disappearance of music. And I remember a text on
literature where it is said that it has a clear destiny which is to tend towards
disappearance. Why then still speak of literature? And if one puts it in
relation with the question of ethics, is it to remind us that the necessity to
write fits ethic) would be nothing other than the infinite movement by
which it vainly calls for disappearance?
Holderlin already:
Why be so brief?
Do you no longer love?
YFS 79, Literature and the Ethical Question, ed. Claire Nouvet, © 1991 by Yale
University.
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MAURICE BLANCHOT 9
And again forgive me for this letter so abruptly ended, as if there were
nothing left to say but to apologize, without exonerating oneself.
Maurice Blanchot