Around this brief work there plays a hum of reverie, a murmur of melancholy and tender despair. . .
Saw this and others in the series remaindered in Chicago and such was duly purchased. This isn't a journal, but rather Blanchot's collected journalism from the period of Occupation. There are some philosophical ruminations here, particularly on the concept of civilization, but by and large these are literary reviews. The texts reviewed in such are largely forgotten. Other than the two theoretical pieces, there isn't much here to interest the lay reader.