Unweaving "The Death of the Author": Barthes, Saussure, and the Life of the Code
Keats famously accused philosophy of "unweaving a rainbow" by exposing the mechanisms hidden beneath its beauty: Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomèd mine— Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade. ( Lamia , Part II, ll. 229–238) Something similar, though in a very different sense, occurs in Barthes's "The Death of the Author." The essay does not destroy authorship; it examines the hidden structures that make authorship appear to be the natural origin of meaning. Yet this text invites a second act of unweaving. If Barthes unweaves the author, we can also unweave the formula itself. What appears at first as a dramatic declaration is reveal...