I skimmed through Fish. Don’t know Greenblatt. Big fan of Barthes. Of course, I think about the author and what they’re striving to illustrate. But why can’t I _still_ see the author as dead? I think the issue is identity. We’re stuck between ours and theirs when we interpret a text. We like to assume individualism is one with the text, but it’s parallel. My problem is that I can be convinced nonetheless when awesome
I skimmed through Fish. Don’t know Greenblatt. Big fan of Barthes. Of course, I think about the author and what they’re striving to illustrate. But why can’t I _still_ see the author as dead? I think the issue is identity. We’re stuck between ours and theirs when we interpret a text. We like to assume individualism is one with the text, but it’s parallel. My problem is that I can be convinced nonetheless when awesome