“Neither a poet nor a novelist, neither a philosopher nor an essayist, Joubert was a man of letters without portfolio whose work consists of a vast series of notebooks in which he wrote down his thoughts every day for more than forty years. All the entries are dated, but the notebooks cannot be construed as a traditional diary, since there are scarcely any personal remarks in it. Nor was Joubert a writer of maxims in the classical French manner. He was something far more oblique and challenging, a writer who spent his whole life preparing himself for a work that never came to be written, a writer of the highest rank who paradoxically never produced a book.”
— Paul Auster
“[H]e was one of the first completely modern writers, preferring the center to the sphere, sacrificing results to the discovery of other conditions, and writing not in order to add one book to another but to take command of the point from which it seemed to him all books issued…”
— Maurice Blanchot
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