Sublime

Zunun Qadir,

Un écrivain, en gros, a le choix pour se faire connaître entre inventer des histoires, en raconter de vraies ou donner son avis sur le monde tel qu’il va. Édouard n’a aucune imagination, les chroniques qu’il essaie de placer sur les voyous de Kharkov et l’underground moscovite n’intéressent personne, les vers n’en parlons pas, reste la carrière de

For the people of Delhi, the daily reality of what happened in 1857 was not so much liberation as violence, uncertainty and starvation. Indeed, reading through the Mutiny Papers there are times when it seems almost as if the siege of Delhi had become a three-cornered contest, with the sepoys and the British fighting it out, and with the people in D

Truth was fake; fake was true. And that’s when the problem suddenly snapped into focus. Throughout recent centuries anyone growing up in a western democracy had believed that it was necessary to have facts. Without facts, societies could be extremely dark places. Facts were essential to informed debates, to progress, to coherence, to justice.

Some proponents of the new “moi criticism” began writing full-fledged academic autobiographies,

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“Of course, before you read or write another word, you must read Edward Said.

As someone who had spent several years on American campuses, all of these ideas rang familiar to me. They echoed the sixties’ revulsion to military strength, the romance with developing societies, and the questioning of American primacy. Regarding the Middle East, in particular, one could discern the reverberations of Edward Said’s Orientalism, whi