“One writes for the disadjusted”
November 15, 2011 § 4 Comments
I was just now reading this really quite good interview with Lars Iyer, wherein I was reminded of a quote from his delightful novel Spurious. I mentioned it in passing in the comments of a review I wrote elsewhere. Pasting it here seems too appropriate to avoid. One of Iyer’s characters is here citing Dionys Mascolo, of whose work I remain otherwise fully ignorant. Denuded of context and elaboration, however, Mascolo’s is a powerful thought that speaks to the times (and perhaps to a few counting the hours along the way).
One writes neither for the true proletarian, occupied elsewhere, and very well occupied, nor for the true bourgeois starved of goods, and who have not the ears. One writes for the disadjusted, neither proletarian nor bourgeois; that is to say, for one’s friends, and less for the friends one has than for the innumerable unknown people who have the same life as us, who roughly and crudely understand the same things, are able to accept or must refuse the same, and who are in the same state of powerlessness and official silence. (Le Communisme)
Not entirely unrelated to the sentiment expressed above, the sympathetic reader may also be interested in Iyer’s “Literary Manifesto After the End of Literature and Manifestos.“