This long awaited reprint of a book about which John Hollander wrote: "A
masterful version of one of the most remarkable novels in any language
since World War II," is the story of the narrator's relations with two
women, one terminally ill, the other found motionless by him in a
darkened room after a bomb explosion has separated them. "Through more
than 40 years, the French writer Maurice Blanchot has produced an
astonishing body of fiction and criticism," writes Gilbert Sorrentino in
the New York Review of Books, and John Updike in The New Yorker:
"Blanchot's prose gives an impression, like Henry James, of carrying
meanings so fragile they might crumble in transit."