Showing posts with label Jacques Derrida. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jacques Derrida. Show all posts
Tuesday, 15 October 2013
Saturday, 17 November 2012
Not in the Mood
Adam Shatz, London Review of Books
Derrida: A Biography by Benoît Peeters, translated by Andrew
Brown
Polity, 629 pp, £25.00, November, ISBN 978 0 7456 5615 1
‘Anyone reading these notes without knowing me,’ Jacques
Derrida wrote in his diary in 1976, ‘without having read and understood
everything of what I’ve written elsewhere, would remain blind and deaf to them,
while he would finally feel that he was understanding easily.’ If you think you
can understand me by reading my diaries, he might have been warning future
biographers, think again. Derrida worried that the diaries might one day be
privileged over his philosophical writing or, worse, used as a way of ‘finally’
steering through the obstacles he had consciously placed between himself and
his readers.
Saturday, 25 June 2011
'Apostrophizing Algeria: The Ghost In Derrida'
by Grant Farred
This essay is a version of the lecture that Grant Farred gave at the Teach-In at Rhodes University in 2010. It is a draft of a chapter of new book to be titled 'Conciliation'.)
. . . this interminable task, the ghost remains that which gives one the most to think about – and to do.
Specters of Marx.
Everywhere one turns in Specters of Marx there are, as we well know, ghosts. Revenant King Hamlet, Hamlet, troubled prince of Denmark, and the King as visor effect. Then there is Karl Marx of The Communist Manifesto, Max Stirner and, the opening ghost and the subject of a memorable Jacques Derrida dedication, the slain South African Communist Party leader Chris Hani.
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