Many writers know that in the year of publishing a book, their personal reading falls off a cliff. There are many books and proofs I haven't gotten to, but on a long flight from Seoul - a complicated route that avoided Russian airspace - I read Annie Ernaux's latest work in one fevered sitting. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.
Opening The Use of Photography under that tiny writing light, surrounded by sleepers, I assumed it would be a deconstruction of photography. If anything, it's devoid of the technical aspects of how we take photos. In alternating chapters, Ernaux and her lover Marc Marie recall a 2003 love affair and a series of images they took after each time they had sex. A partly photographic epistolary form, the pair trained their gaze on the still life of discarded clothing and each wrote about the result.
The urgency, the s…
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