I guess what I’m driving at is that I’m interested in how books can work like buildings, where buildings are mute, dumb, raw assemblages of geometry and materiality under the auspices of cultural iconography, they don’t communicate, they don’t embody a causal understanding of truth, they aren’t–even when they attempt to be–representational, they simply “are.”
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