Conjectures

Fathers and Sons, Sons and Lovers

I’m reading Mishima’s Sun and Steel ahead of tonight’s salon—it’s a brilliant work, thoughts on the relation of language and mind and body that I was unprepared for. (In a comment online, I ludicrously compared it to Cusk’s Outline trilogy—but, weirdly, I do think there’s some similar impulse: losing faith in the objective form of the novel; the novel d…