This book throws readers for a loop. It is a book about the absence of literature, whose introduction one shouldn’t skip for fear of losing the point of the book completely. Originally, it started out as an edition of Maurice Blanchot’s L’Espace litteraire. However, not a line of the original text remains; in its place stands random empty underlines and otherwise blank gaps where the text should be. The margins are full of notes and questions relating to the original work.