
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.’ In much the same vein, Adorno once deemed it ‘barbaric to write poetry after Auschwitz’—not impossible, as is often claimed, a reading later challenged or qualified. Primo Levi, in turn, said, ‘After Auschwitz, it is no longer possible to write poetry except about Auschwitz.’
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