"This is a book just the way I don’t like them, " the father of French Symbolism, Stephane Mallarme, informs the reader in his preface to Divagations: "scattered and with no architecture." On the heels of this caveat, Mallarme’s diverting, discursive, and gorgeously disordered 1897 masterpiece tumbles forth–and proves itself to be just the sort of book his readers like most.The salmagundi of prose poems, prose-poetic musings, criticism, and reflections that is Divagations has long been considered a treasure trove by students of aesthetics and modern poetry. If Mallarme captured the tone and very feel of fin-de-siecle Paris, he went on to captivate the minds of the greatest writers of the twentieth century–from Valery and Eliot to Paul de Man and Jacques Derrida. This was the only book of prose he published in his lifetime and, in a new translation by Barbara Johnson, is now available for the first time in English as Mallarme arranged it. The result is an entrancing work through which a notoriously difficult-to-translate voice shines in all of its languor and musicality.Whether contemplating the poetry of Tennyson, the possibilities of language, a masturbating priest, or the transporting power of dance, Mallarme remains a fascinating companion–charming, opinionated, and pedantic by turns. As an expression of the Symbolist movement and as a contribution to literary studies, Divagations is vitally important. But it is also, in Johnson’s masterful translation, endlessly mesmerizing.