Abstract

Interweaving threads such as the secret, an eleventh commandment (thou shalt not write . . .), the real and the true, stanching and mutilation, haunting and Orpheus, Frédéric-Yves Jeannet and Hélène Cixous turn in the orbit around that book that Cixous does not write and is not writing all the while visiting the many books—or satellites—which receive some of their energy and movement from this enigmatic and fabulous book, in such a way that the reader accompanies the questioner in this thorough journey while also hearing, as if by echo, how the respondent replies askance from that place not yet or never to be written.

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