Another day, another dollar
A good rule for good literature might be this: that the best writing is that which renders the inconsequential with the greatest consequence–since what else would be more worthy of merit? This logic appears to find its apotheosis in Gustave Flaubert’s striving to create an aesthetics of “nothing” (after all, “the finest books are those which have the least subject matter.”) That this impulse is not only perceivable through an investigation of the question of time, but that time itself (as both an experience and concept) structures this very impulse from the beginning, is precisely what Michael Sayeau sets out to prove.
Marc Farrant reviews Michael Sayeau‘s Against the Event.