The Baudelaire Fractal

The Baudelaire Fractalby Lisa Robertson published 24 August 2023 Raised from babydom into doubt, Im as feminine as Rousseau. I, Hazel Brown, eldest daughter of a disappearing class, penniless neophyte stunned by the glamour of literature, tradeless, clueless, yet with considerable moral stamina and luck, left my family at seventeen to seek a way to live. It was the month of June in 1979. I was looking for Beauty: I didnt exactly care about art, I simply wanted not to be

And what would it mean to reject the notion that a house should be a commodity

from a voice long overlooked

A forgotten masterpiece by an enigmatic master of Argentine literature

hilarious and melancholic

It takes you to a restaurant called the void

companionship and interiority

Polar bears emerge from t-shirts

Set against the traumatic shadow of the Black Death and the Peasant’s Revolt

a sense of nowness

'I am honoured to take part in the resurrection of Love

lyric essays and short stories published in The Paris Review

the weather is increasingly erratic