I’ve been reading Louis Aragon’s Paris Peasant in small doses for the last couple of days. I’ve delayed posting about it because I haven’t had anything to say yet – except for the obvious ‘it’s very odd’. Walter Benjamin describes having a dizzy sort of feeling when he read it, to which I can now relate. I get a dizzy feeling reading Walter Benjamin sometimes – a cross between a maze-like sensation and a sort of vertigo – so when reading the surrealist novel that gave WB this feeling the effect is amplified.
It’s an exciting feeling – the sensation of possibilities opening up – but it doesn’t leave much room for a more rational, coherent response. That will have to come later.