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> From: farmelantj at juno.com
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> In Jonathan Franzen’s 2001 novel, “The Corrections,” a disgraced academic named Chip Lambert, who has abandoned Marxist theory in favor of screenwriting, goes to the Strand Bookstore, in downtown Manhattan, to sell off his library of dialectical tomes. The works of Theodor W. Adorno, Jürgen Habermas, Fredric Jameson, and various others cost Chip nearly four thousand dollars to acquire; their resale value is sixty-five. “He turned away from their reproachful spines, remembering how each of them had called out in a bookstore with a promise of a radical critique of late-capitalist society,” Franzen writes. After several more book-selling expeditions, Chip enters a high-end grocery store and walks out with an overpriced filet of wild Norwegian salmon.
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> http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2014/09/15/naysayers
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Commodify your curmudgeonliness!
Pluralize the banal!
The hyperplane of platitudes embraces the post galactic cold of entropy and all that mangle of hypochondriac driven, impotent, utopian scientism.
There is no eschaton; there is no accelerationizing-ism.
Everyone already knows the iWatch will not save them.
Liberation from liberation, anyone?
E.