Jane Anson
Jan 02, 2020
2 minutes
Roland Barthes’ The Death of the Author was a big deal when I was an English literature student at Sheffield University in the 1990s. It led to regular debates as to whether you had to know the writer’s own history to fully understand his or her book, or whether that information was superfluous and simply a distraction.
Weirdly, the same question often arises over wine. Is the only way
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