One epigraph for a novel is plenty – and perhaps already too much – but in an attempt to have it both ways, here are some of the big-eyed darlings I had to drown for the new book. First is a quote from Walter Benjamin’s essay on Proust.
From Lispector’s Near to the Wild Heart (tr. Alison Entrekin)
And Goethe’s poem ‘Above the mountaintops’