This was excellent. Very engaging. Heller-Roazen’s ostensible subject is language, but this book is really about discourse in a postmodern sense. (“Language speaks through man,” said Foucault or Barthes [I’m not longer sure who said it]). These twenty-one essays are far ranging; at times they feel like meditations by a linguist, a literary critic, or a philosopher of language, but at all times, by an extremely erudite and polyglot scholar of comparative literature. Throughout, Heller-Roazen probes the boundaries of language, continually interrogating what constitutes “language” in the most strict metaphysical sense. Is it something that requires a human mind? Must it adhere to a grammar? Must its speakers even have tongues? Heller-Roazen is our dutiful Virgil as we travel through the linguistic underworld, helping us problematize all sorts of linguistic commonplaces (such as, for instance, metaphors about language death and mother tongues). It is no coincidence, then, that the last chapter of Echolalias concerns the Tower of Babel, in which (as our host points out), God didn’t merely destroy or create language, but con-founded it. By the end of this book, Heller-Roazen equally confounds language for us, such that we really nave no idea what it this thing called “language” is.