In his text, “The Death of the Author”, Roland Barthes describes an author’s work as an extension of his/herself. Barthes then continues to personify the work of a writer. He explains the an author lives through there work and that they are born with the text inside of them. This text is conceived when the writer is conceived. He goes on to say “he pre-exists it, thinks, suffers, lives for it; he maintains with his work the same relation of antecedence a father maintains with his child.” This refers to his thoughts about a writer and his/her work. These claims he makes or very strong and he does not provide a whole lot of proof.
I do not agree with Barthes because he makes it seem like a writer’s work is of a divine nature. He stretches the simplicity of words on a page into this mysterious and philosophical meaning which quite frankly is not there. I do not believe in anything that does not make sense and/or does not have proof behind it. Barthes makes wild accusations about the true symbolic mean behind something that is in my mind really simple. I admit that a part of a writer lives through his work in the sense that the reader maybe able to understand a writers state of mind and psych. However, I do not see this expanded explanation of the relationship between the two as being correct.
Overall I enjoyed reading this text because it allowed me to try to understand another viewpoint, particularly one that is so far from my own. Roland Barthes is a good writer with some great ideas. He did not seem to talk down to the reader as much as some of the other writers we have studied. I liked this worked may continue to read more of his texts, though in this case I cannot say I agree with him, it was still not a bad read.