Sapere aude + ne pas ceder sur son desir = ∞!
Everything recommends this work. In an arch-Hegelian twist (in that Hegel is hardly mentioned here) Zupancic rescues Kant from his own contorted deadlocks by discerning in them a summons for Lacanian dis-tensioning. Where Kant thought he ought to find God and immortality guiding mor(t)al action—and, true to dogma, asserted he did, The Void be damned!—Zupancic shines the luminary Lacan to reveal the shadow of the Real behind these fantasies. Kant desired a supreme guarantor of the Good first; Lacan teaches that this Other of the Other is the (barred) Subject herself imbued with all the Radical Evil of freedom who thus makes Good apres-coup.
The mélange served up by the Slovenian School continues to provide the most abundant theoretical nourishment for practical daring and audacious thinking in a time of postmodern quiescence. To the teeth-gnashing “WHAT IS TO BE DONE?!” comes the response, “The doers will discover themselves in what gets done, but nothing will get done without doers to seize the need to do.” Published almost simultaneously with Zupancic’s book was Zizek’s The Ticklish Subject. Both mobilize Badiou’s notions of being, truth, and event, without overtaxing them. Zupancic’s focus contrasts nicely with Zizek’s freneticism; if the latter simply has too much on his mind, the former makes clear precisely what she has in mind. One need not have read all Kant to comprehend (or is it apprehend…?). The bulk of the first seven chapters are given primarily to introducing and developing the Kantian ethical apparatus, with occasional references to kindred concepts in Lacan, and secondarily to illustrative literary excursions via Moliere’s Don Juan and Laclos’s Dangerous Liaisons. The long eighth chapter, “Ethics and Tragedy in Psychoanalysis,” provides the most sustained engagement with Lacan through readings of (his speaking of) Oedipus and Synge de Coufontaine. The effect is galvanizing.
I believe this excerpt is an exemplary summation:
“This is why (cf. previous 94 pages) we have to maintain that it is only the act which opens up a universal horizon or posits the universal, not that the latter, being already established, allows us to ‘guess’ what our duty is, and delivers a guarantee against misrecognizing it. At the same time, this theoretical stance has the advantage of making it impossible for the subject to assume the perverse attitude we discussed in Chapter 3 (“The Lie,” “The Sadeian Trap”: I use my duty as an excuse for my actions): the subject cannot hide behind her duty—she is responsible for what she refers to as her duty.”
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Reaffirming all the above, plus a few notes on my second reading: I cannot overemphasize just how trenchant is Zupancic’s writing, almost taboo for this type and pitch of philosophizing. She ranges widely across the already dauntingly vast works of Kant and Lacan to hunt down the most telling and tastiest bits, leaving us lucky scavengers stuffed with her seasoned experience. The sections typically open with the presentation of a problem or question which is then assembled with the materials of the source texts, then with everything thus laid out she will provide a pedagogic summary reiterating the findings (a model of exposition in which the restatements are hardly repetitions of established points but slight twists revealing facet after facet), and conclude by mediating the findings through the pressing contemporary problematic of ethics, extrapolating and setting the stage for the next section. The immersive flow makes my notes and extracts seem stilted and obtuse in comparison.
The big question of ethics—what is good?—simply cannot be broached without first defining the subject supposed to act AND the process by which they constitute and (mis)recognize the parameters of their possible action. Ergo: philosophy, psychoanalysis, and politics (poetry is there, too). Anguish and guilt over the rectitude of our actions makes no sense if we are not free, yet the overhasty exculpation offered by a deterministic worldview (whether theist or vulgar materialist) only buries guilt under the “bad infinity” of egoistic exploits. This cynical all-too-human alibi is the oldest and laziest trick whereby the impossibility of proving freedom exists is twisted into the inevitability of hedonistic relativism: regardless of our highfaluting aspirations, we all only do the good that brings us pleasure. So the first condition for a discourse of ethics is not to establish an authoritative list of pragmatic prescriptions but rather to flesh out the ontological horizons of subjectivity and objectivity, the finite and infinite, sublime and ridiculous, desire and drive. Zupancic navigates these straits with enviable ease.