Dec
11th
Tue
11th
2007
The images are so striking, so vivid and yet so disorienting, that it hardly occurs to one to ask what they “mean.” … Stein with her repetitions, Joyce with his portmanteaus, they are making words into something self-contained, nonreferential. Hawkes’s way is different. There is a picture created with his words, but it is so singular that, to use Sartre’s formulation, it retains all the ambiguity of the real house.
— Christopher R. Beha on John Hawkes in the Believer
