not trusting the library

Last night i revisited an amazing film that i have long adored: Pere Portabella's VAMPIR/CUADECUC, a document of the making of jess Franco's COUNT DRACULA. Or better said, Portabella's own version of the same film.
Known as a materialist masterpiece, Portabella's film is haunted by the trace of another filmmaker and spectral glimpses of a performed narrative vision (often eclipsed )and sound (wholly manipulated to mimic the sounds of the projector and of the editing room.)

I just finished a novel/non novel of sorts by W.G. Sebald titled Austerlitz. Both Sebald's and Portabella's work share a distrust of the way we have been taught , a distrust of memory and a distrust of the belief in a singular history, a sentiment reflected aesthetically in the distrust in conventions of storytelling and the urge to look at art as artifact. Towards the end of the book there is the inclusion of a found photograph (Portabella's images are all found footage too, just all from a single source and from one moment in time) of Paris' National Library. An old friend runs into the titular character there: " ...so, said Austerlitz, we began a long, whispered conversation in the Haut-de-jardin reading room, which was gradually emptying now, about the dissolution, in line with the inexorable spread of processed data, of our capacity to remember, and about the collapse, l'effondrement, as Lemoine put it, of the Biblioteque Nationale which is already under way. The new library building, which both in its entire layout and its near-ludicrous internal regulation seeks to exlude the reader as a potential enemy, might be described, so Lemoine thought, said Austerlitz, as the official manifestation of the increasingly importunate urge to break with everything which still has some living connection to the past." (p 286)