ARGONAUT BOOKS

Helene Cixous has dreamed for years of 'The Book-I-Don't-Write,' but each time she approaches it, it withdraws. 'The-Book-I-Don't-Write' is always just out of reach. When Jacques Derrida told her the Book would get written one day, but differently, Cixous tells us she would see it 'shining behind a veil, its indecipherable back, upright on heaven's bookshelf, its elegant silhouette, utterly foreign, utterly familiar, of future revenant. I've always thought it would come, naturally. When? After all my deaths? Just before, or just after, the last of my deaths.' One day, when she is no longer exp...Read More