Davidson’s Saving Utopia narrates the decline and renews the call for utopic vision, but, if we forget the imbrication of heaven with hell—of utopia with dystopia—we will be doomed to repeat it.
By Marika Rose
Taubes’s novel continuously asks how we distinguish—if we can—between dreams, life, and books. Who or what speaks to the one who dreams? To the reader of a novel? Are dreams and novels and other kinds of books various mediums through which the dead speak? Can we hold this to be true while still honoring the dead as dead?
Readers who insist on interpreting Susan Taubes’s novel Divorcing as a veiled autobiography misunderstand the novel’s radical irony.