At its best, Eugenie Brinkema's work is an unremitting plea for practices of reading and writing and thinking more alert to the chances of difference. ?Form' is where she finds first criti-cal ground and a structural openness to change, but form is a strange thing with shifting faces. The two long essays in this short volume present different attempts of going about form in theory, and relate these attempts to heightening concerns about convention, ambiguity and the moulds we have for encounter....