A review by wmbogart
Me & Other Writing by Marguerite Duras

When is man alone in all this? Alone before G-d, before his own immensity. When we talk about the issues humanity faces, we are framing things the wrong way. The everyday issues that arise for the individual, meaning those related to his purpose and his futility, are crucial issues for all of humanity, and they are mundane, they are the most observable, the most frequent. With each of his tragedies, with each of his problems, man bangs up against his own definition: What am I doing here?

Everything will be done to ensure man forgets the Pascalian perspective of his existence, which is to say his constant struggle with himself. To think, to read, to write, to travel, to commit suicide, to love, to construct, to deconstruct, to destroy, to face this contradiction in his blood, in his mind, and to stand tall before the idea of G-d, and above all above all never managing to solve a thing, and always always trying, trying to solve everything, that is the problem, and the only one, in every case, man's problem in every case.