Other leftist intellectuals diagnose working-class people. They have afflictions, maladies, misunderstandings. In short, they must be corrected—if not by the guidance of the enlightened, then through the inevitability of historical materialism.
Rancière thinks with them. Because when the joiner Gauny writes poetry in his diary, when he imagines a Biblical escape to a Promised Land, when he ironically juxtaposes the art of the aristocracy with the posters of the workers, he is not being frivolous. He is producing political thought aesthetically. He is, in equal parts, prosaic and poetic, didactic and unscholarly, severe and irreverent. And he has just as much to say—if not more—than Althusser, Balibar, Foucault, or even Rancière himself.
Political equality begins not in theories about the masses but in their nightly meanderings. So why don't you listen to him?