9.12.2013

Horns of Kafka

Horns of Kafka

“He and Merrin had discovered the place together, and what had happened there was one of the secret silken knots that bound them to each other, a thing to puzzle over when the drive got dull or in the middle of the night, after being woken by a thunderstorm, when neither of them could get back to sleep.”

Joe Hill | Horns


Yesterday evening, I started reading Horns. I’m just a few chapters in, and hesitant to even make too many claims, but so far, I’m finding this fantastic on several levels.

First, I can’t get Kafka out of my head as I travel along with Ig, the protagonist.

Second, this is pulpy literary fiction so far, if that makes sense. My kind of book.

Third, I’ve been thinking a bit about Barthes’s punctum as an analytic strategy lately, in the context of Kathleen Stewart’s and Tim Ingold’s work. What are the wounds or accidental details or pin pricks of what Stewart calls worlding—little worlds being thrown together? It seems like the quote above describes such a punctum, and I’m grateful for having read it.

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