
I. B. Singer’s short story ‘The Last Demon’ appears on the surface to be exactly what it says it is: a (very) short story about a demon that is the last of his kind dealing with the quandary concerning what demons should do and why there even should be demons when ‘man himself is a demon.’ Much the same way as Adorno once deemed it, if not as often claimed but later rebuked or nuanced impossible, as ‘barbaric to write poetry after Auschwitz,’ to which Primo Levi chimed in and said, ‘After Auschwitz, it is no longer possible to write poetry except about Auschwitz.’
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