One may then begin to see oneself, one’s own life, as something thought. 42
agamben (through mbembe) has resonance with the things I study and care about. But I find his work, especially read through others, tedious and bordering on inconsequential. This book though, well, it plainly subverts standard “thinker” studies formats—those “my study on Benjamin will discuss his use of melancholia throughout his oeuvre” books that are somehow both reductionist and obfuscating in their parsing, and most woefully extinguish the original thinker’s sparkle and verve. Even if they permit you to contextualize canonicity and leap logically between texts and influences, secondary literatures read to me too often as inferior translation.
And although it is no doubt very stupid to speculate on authorial intention, I believe Kishik follows what interests and intrigues him. His work is beautiful and unique and suggestive, as if he took time to rummage through a cherished journal from his impressionable years and extrapolate with sensitive maturity on why he holds certain phrases dear, and how they now form his tenebrous conceptual constellations. I would like to write this way; it is the telling of a story and it shows the shortfalls of so much continental philosophising.
*update. Some brief internet sleuthing, and I find most of the chapters of this book were formulated on his blog. I find further that he writes with lovely reflexivity on “the alienation of theory.”