Memories must make do with their delirium, with their drift. A moment stopped would burn like a frame of film blocked before the furnace of the projector.
—Chris Marker, Sans Soleil
Tag: france
on recollection (iv)
I first came across Marguerite Duras during my first year of undergrad, in a comp lit course centering on global coming-of-age narratives dealing with trauma. The class was one of my favorites, and Duras was one of the first writers I came across in college whose work I actually enjoyed reading.
