A bit niche this one…
After the death of his mother, Roland Barthes scribbled on the equivalent of Post-It Notes to keep an almost daily record of his grief / mourning. I have to say that, after reading a year’s worth of these, it all gets a bit cloying. I found myself wondering if he wasn’t playing the role of being Roland Barthes on occasion… But maybe that’s how he was.
I couldn’t help but draw a parallel with Hughes’ Birthday Letters; that sense of intruding…
Ian Gouge - Writer 