Benjamin Kunkel

It's funny reading a book about the whiniest generation, particularly when you belong to it. I really liked this book because it reflected back at me a lot of my own worst qualities, which is why I read these kinds of books. To, you know, remind myself of what I'm constantly in danger of being like (or, to be honest, what I'm like a lot of the time).

In fairness, I read this book during the roughest part of the quarter--a time of year when I shouldn't even be reading novels because I have so much work to catch up on because I've spent too much of the early part of the quarter reading novels instead of doing work.

So what are these "worst qualities" I mentioned in the first paragraph? I don't want to use adjectives, so I'll just say it was kind of like what I was like during and post-Namibia. That's probably not helpful, so I'll use a phrase Nathan and Libby should remember from post-modern poetry: THINKY DEATH!

And here's the opposite of thinky death: LIVE TO LIVE!

P.S. This review is so long and stupid because I should be writing my final paper for the quarter right now.… (mere)

For an outsider to this stuff you get a lot of bang for your buck here. The essays praising Jameson and critiquing Groys are quite boring and tough going - and it seems that is most likely because the writing of Jameson and Groys themselves are quite boring and tough going. One always enjoys a good takedown of Zizek, like one finds here. The essays on Harvey, Graeber, and especially Brenner, however, are pretty fantastic, the best chapters of the book - and the guide to further reader really helpful. It is not easy to strike the right tone between accessibility and academy, nor is it easy to do everything with one pop book, which is why the best response to this powerful little number might be more books similar to it.… (mere)