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a voice‐over (as though spoken into the microphone) remarks in French, “one fears being engulfed by this mass of words.” “I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils,” Roethke (1975, 44) sighs. “Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight,/ All the misery of manila folders and mucilage.”

      And yet the sigh and the voice, in their ethereal immateriality, seem to escape the archive, to reverberate against its heavy thingness and fade away. Resnais’s microphone, like his camera, is extraneous to the library, brought to it from outside, and the voice‐over emanating from it (as the word “over” implies) is laid on top of the image, exceeding its frame. The questions of the voice and of what the archive fails to contain are the object of my essay. In fact, I might as well tell you, what I hope to find at the bottom of the archive of quotations and ideas that I am collecting and piling up here is the problem of sound for the archive. Sound, I would suggest, to the degree that it responds to containment, resonates against walls, insists on and makes apprehensible the archive’s boundaries even as it fails to be contained by them. In this, sound perfectly performs and illustrates the archive’s peculiar subject–object relation. While sound resonates with the archive, animating the material structures (walls, panes of glass) that constitute its exterior, reverberating against the very thing that separates the subject from the object, it is also vibrant (vibrating) matter, leaking out and dying away. In Bennett’s sense, sound has a “tendency of its own” to trouble the archive’s thoroughly human work by escaping it.

      We can think of the archive as an act of “putting into pastness,” of burying things in a sedimentary temporality so that linear time can be easily read (down down down down down) in the core sample. Sound, by contrast, even when it is captured and recorded, tends to resist the lure of pastness and the gravity of burial. But I’m getting ahead of myself, and there are layers that first must be worked through and sorted. There is also a fair amount of dust.

      Even this word, “archive,” has a dizzying effect on account of its seemingly infinite connotations, which are only constrained by the grid‐making glance, the authority—Derrida traces it to the archons, the superior magistrates—who determines what is to be kept and what is to be discarded, and who thereby constructs an episteme, a treatise on the nature and limits of knowledge (Derrida 1998, 2, 37). “‘Archive,’” Steedman (2002, 6) remarks, “is thus inflated to mean—if not Everything—then at least, all the ways and means of state power; Power itself, perhaps, rather than those quietly folded and filed documents that we think provide the mere and incomplete records of some of its inaugural moments.” Indeed, as Derrida and Foucault both suggest, the archive, rather than being a mere repository, a place to which things are consigned (library, records office, museum, closet, shop, warehouse, box, etc.), is a logic, “a way of knowing,” a power that appraises and confers value, includes and excludes (Steedman 2002, 2).

      “But where does the archive commence?” Derrida asks. “This question is the question of the archive. There are undoubtedly no others” (Derrida 1998, 8). As the omniscient voice‐over in Resnais’s film explains with respect to a single volume in the library’s collection, “[b]efore it was part of a universal, abstract, indifferent memory where all books were equal and together basked in attention as tenderly distant as that shown by God to men. Here it’s been picked out, preferred over others.” And Susan Stewart (1993, 155) remarks: “The collection is not constructed by its elements; rather, it comes to exist by means of its principle of organization.” The archive—the obscure ashes, the blinding snow, the invisible dust—is most clearly seen at its edges, limned by the logic of its ontology (the logic of its very being). To know it, then, we must discover its limit, draw a line (however illusory) in the dust.