The title of this message comes to you from the inimitable Froma Zeitlin, and if you enjoyed that bit of wit, her published work is a mine of inanity.
Which brings me to Luc Brisson. I haven’t gotten very far in Gerard Naddaf’s translation but I am so relieved finally to be reading something comprehensible. No more ludic liminality or actantial positions — just clear prose.
Maybe now I’ll actually know whether I agree with what I’m reading.