Affect and Literature

Alex Houen

Scene: I’m lying on the bed, face down on the pillow. Outside in the guttering some house-sparrow chicks are cheeping incessantly for food, they’re like feathered car alarms. I’m exhausted – bodily and mentally. Partly from having been immersed all afternoon in the dense, translated prose of Spinoza’s Ethics. Partly from having had to clear up the effects of a plumbing emergency in my house yesterday. Partly from doing extra childcare (it’s school holiday time)…

جهت استعلام قيمت و سفارش چاپ اين محصول لطفا با انتشارات گنج حضور تماس حاصل فرماييد.