Judas!
Daniel Miller, writing for The Nation, has recently published a “scathing critique” of Slavoj Žižek in general and his latest book, In Defense of Lost Causes, in particular, pointing to his pyrrhic descent into madness as indicated by the undoubtedly Hegelian trifecta of Hitchens-esque contrarianism, left-wing militarism and, of course, the culminating integration with hyper-reflexive late-capitalist consumerism. Miller concludes his review with this bit of speculative reason:
Throughout In Defense of Lost Causes, Žižek speaks recurrently, and in a sometimes disturbingly extravagant tone, of the “messianic” imperative of performing “a Leap of Faith” over the ravine of common sense in pursuit of “lost Causes, Causes that, from the space of sceptical wisdom, cannot but appear as crazy.” During such moments, it’s hard not to suspect that Žižek has finally gone mad.
As a student of advanced theory, I don’t find any of this problematic. On the contrary, Miller’s reaction to Žižek’s “Kehre” typifies the kind of idolatry that surrounds innumerable public figures when the ego catches a glimpse of its own auratic reflection only to find itself spurned and alienated in the solipsistic idiocy of its own narcissistic jouissance.
Perhaps this gives some credibility to Rex Butler’s otherwise annoyingly stupid and culturally inept comparison of Žižek to Bob Dylan, only insofar as both succeeded in alienating large portions of their audience at a certain world-historical juncture. If this is the case, then I fully welcome Žižek’s theological turn and his advertisements for the BBC and Abercrombie & Fitch. If Miller represents the kind of audience Žižek had formerly captivated, then I eagerly await the sleeveless leather shirts and aviators to come.
Dylan Irie Scharf Lazerow
Without having read the Giant from Ljubljana’s latest, I can say that the title at least suggests the author’s growing disilusionment with his adoring and often misguided if not wholly idiotic fans. Indeed, defending lost causes is an activity Zizek has become rather comfortable with (remember his discussion of Hitlers’s right step in the wrong direction). Writing out of ignorance, I must refute Miller’s denouncing and rejecting of Zizek and side with my man Bryan. Fuck Judas! And I leave you with this, Bryan, make me a writer on this site—my time has come..I am indeed ready. Also, come to Jeff’s Wisco house on Aug1, I am flying to Mich on the 31st and then driving out w. A Tay or Will. I ask the Howler only one essential question: What the fuck is juice?
Bryan Klausmeyer
Juice is a 1992 film by Ernest R. Dickerson starring Omar Epps and Tupac Shakur. It tells the story of four inner-city who get caught up in the pursuit of power and happiness, or “the juice,” as they refer to it.
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