I read this in college and read it again today, and one part felt close to the way I see things at the moment, close enough to copy it down here: "...interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art. Even more. It is the revenge of the intellect upon the world. To interpret is to impoverish, to deplete the world--in order to set up a shadow world of 'meanings.' It is to turn the world into this world. ("This world"! As if there were any other.)
I could say more but I have some fiction to write. Nam Le's "The Boat" will be next. I have two stories left in the collection to read.