Clarice Lispector and the Art of the Existential Event (opens in new tab)

Clarice Lispector wrote fiction that behaves like a live nerve. A scene begins, then the mind of a character leans closer to the world—closer than feels polite—and suddenly the ordinary turns strange. A room. A family lunch. A cockroach. A glass of water. Things you’ve seen a hundred times. In Lispector’s hands, they stop cooperating. […] The post appeared first on .