Bataille, Klossowski, Blanchot: Writing at the Limit Book

Foucault on Blanchot is about as obscure as I've come to expect from Foucault, not least because I've read no Blanchot as yet - the clearer moments, however, make me all the more excited to attempt the latter. Perhaps moreso Blanchot on Foucault - at least in translation Blanchot here speaks clear as a bell, and even considering his measured avoidance of praise in his treatment of Foucault's work, nevertheless drums up a passion and delight that he himself appears to have experienced in the younger man's work.

This was a quick and fun read, over the course of which my reading list filled out a great deal. A curiosity in itself, or a springboard to further exploration. I expect I'll look forward to reading it again once I've read more by each author.