The Fraud Is Exposed

For the benefit of S. Reynolds: yes, I am 18. I haven't had the privilege of reading Maurice Blanchot at proper length yet, primarily because of continuing (unofficial) unemployment (lot of fuckin' good 3 As have done me), and the fact that they don't have any books of his in the local library, even though it's bizarrely well-stocked on every other topic (not least the music section, which boasts copies of Rip It Up, England's Dreaming and Lipstick Traces.) If he'd be so good as to wangle me a job at the Village Voice, the situation could be easily rectified.