Abstract
Abstract
What was the French poet Gérard de Nerval thinking, when he wrote under his too realistic portrait: ‘I am the other’? In attempting to distance himself from his reputation as a madman, he deprived himself of a proper self-identity. This essay approaches melancholy from the point of view of the (proper) name–its malefic power and the strategies to inscribe/erase its destabilizing virtues.
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