“In visual art the aesthetic moment is that flitting instant, so brief as to be almost timeless, when the spectator is at one with the work of art he is looking at, or with actuality of any kind that the spectator himself sees in terms of art, as form and colour. He ceases to be his ordinary self, and the picture or building, statue, landscape, or aesthetic actuality is no longer outside himself. The two become one entity; time and space are abolished and the spectator is possessed by one awareness. When he recovers workaday consciousness it is as if he had been initiated into illuminating, exalting, formative mysteries. In short, the aesthetic moment is a moment of mystic vision.”
“It would be as wrong to seek the author on the side of the real writer as on the side of the fictional speaker; the function of the author is realized in the split between the two.” -Michel Foucault
I hope that your summer is going well and that you are consuming text at an alarming rate.
Here are some of the ones I’ve read, in order of preference:
1) A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry
2) The Private Lives of Trees by Alejandro Zambra
3) Cosmicomics by Italo Calvino
4) The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon
5) Americanah by Chimimanda Adichie
6) Mis Documentos by Alejandro Zambra
7) Antigone by Sophocles
8) Slouching Towards Bethlehem by Joan Didion
9) The Color of Water by James McBride
Have you read anything good yet?