As you may or may not know, I have took a vow that I would not buy a new book until I have read all the books that I have owned. That being said, I was reluctant to reaching my last volume of Wonder Woman because I was not sure if this volume was the conclusion for the story arc that I have became so deeply invested in. Yet, I am happy to note that this volume is the last installment of the series and that I will not have to break my vow because of a cliffhanger!
After extremely loving the first two volumes and being majorly disappointed with the third volume, I approached this one with a lot more caution and fewer expectations.
This book is apparently based on a true story, yet I am not sure which portions are fiction. I am assuming that the general plot is true whereas the other details were made for the book.
Although this Western metaphysical mindset upsets Derrida, he is more upset about its assumptions of language and speech. We value presence: it is visible, it is tangible, and it exists in the present. Due to this, we tend to believe that the spoken word is more valuable than the written word. This is because “there is no temporal or spatial distance between speaker, speech, and listener, since the speaker hears himself speak at the same moment the listener does.
I then vowed to myself that I would not buy a new book until I have read all the books that I own (I have a bad habit of buying new books before reading my other books and they then become forgotten place-holders on my shelf).
Roman Jakobson states that the poetic function of language “cannot be productively studied out of touch with the general problems of language; and, on the other hand, the scrutiny of language requires a thorough consideration of its poetic function. Any attempt to reduce the sphere of the poetic function to poetry or to confine poetry to the poetic function would be a delusive oversimplification” (1150).
Yet, what exactly does this all mean?
Reading this paired with the constant analogy of music that Mallarmé uses, I found myself remembering a quote that I have come across numerous times. Imagine yourself as a teenager again: After an argument with your parents about whether you could go out on Saturday night, you storm into your room and find solace with your computer. You blast “We’re Not Gonna Take It” and vow that you are not gonna take it anymore. You open up AIM and enter your new away message, “Where words leave off, music begins,” which was probably the same away message as half of your contacts. This overly cliché saying seems to be extremely similar to Mallarmé’s assertion that poetry is an extra extension of language as it bridges the gap between what is desired to be said and the limits of language.