Since I had always thought that the point of the humanities was the examination and pursuit of social justice through an understanding of our own and other cultures, I was overcome by revulsion. BUT...I still had to make it through graduate school...without becoming a deconstructionist. So, I thought I'd take the scholarly path instead. I learned Latin and Greek and decided to present myself on the job market as a Renaissance scholar rather than a deconstructionist young turk. It didn't work so far as my academic "career" was concerned, but now, 15 years later, I have no regrets about the fact that instead of cramming my head full of deconstructionist hocus pocus, I actually learned two languages and read some real and very beautiful poetry: Sappho, Catullus, Ovid, Horace, Homer, etc.
Joanna Bujes
At 01:47 PM 06/04/2001 -0400, you wrote:
>.I probably had enough of the humanties theory binge of the eighties
>(early eighties in my case) when I went to school at the west coast
>headquarters of the deconstructionist mafia. The Derrida worship was
>rank. Paul DeMan came round to lecture on "Errinerung" and
>"Gedachnis" (sorry that English ASCII doesn't have the umlaut) in
>Hegel to reverent faculty and grad students. "Theory" was to be the
>royal road to career advancement for young professors. Whole lingos
>were a-brewing: differance (accent on the a), rhizome, pli (Deleuze),
>suture, slippage, abjection (Kristeva), postmodernism, episteme
>(Foucault), phallogocentrism (a feminist perversion, I think), in
>piles of books that no one (not even the professors who purported to
>know) could possibly read or adequately grasp in the time allowed by
>the syllabi, they were so "liberated" from "ordinary language."