What do you think?
Rate this book


368 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2002
"A pleasure", he says, tilting his head back in order to assess me, I gather, through the proper portion of his spectacles. His hand retreats upon arrival without ever actually grasping mine. "Cole tells me you're an anarchist."
"Yes."
"Bookchin? Chomsky? Or what's that fellow in Oregon's name?"
"Don't know. I'm a Kropotkin man through and through."
"Oh really? That's unusual. Relation?"
"No. I just like the way the man thinks."
He waits for me to elaborate, but I don't. "Interesting. Where is it you teach?"
"I don't."
I smile pleasantly, and he decides I'm a wit. "I know how you feel. They get stupider every year, don't they?"
"The faculty?"
He smirks at my irony. "Them too."
"What's your field?" I ask, for I know the etiquette.
"Consciousness Enactment," he says, squaring his shoulders.
"What's that?" I ask.
"Well," he says, rising up on his toes and chuckling, "that is The Question, isn't it?"
I would have thought there were several others more pressing, but he considers the matter settled. "Let's start with The Republic," he says, and does, and continues on from there without pausing for my Let's not. I try to listen, but it all sounds to me like it's just another lemming trek down the it-doesn't-matter-what-you think, only-how-you-think road over the it-doesn't-matter-what-you-do precipice to drown in a sea of precious pointlessness. Pg. 182-183