Her Discourse

In the third person, the narrative follows ‘her’ inner speech through the affective events and accidents of a love story, a story that would without her knowing be made into a text, this one, perhaps, or another. Her passionate life is enumerated, catalogued as so many discursive events, some real, concrete, others abstract. A litany of amorous tropes, written down for the record. We have the impression of a text mimicking another, a shadowy sense of the déjà-lu, as if it were translated from a work in a distant language, now lost. Or that lost work translated this one.