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320 pages, Paperback
First published March 20, 2019
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Candy Crush is a discipline of the soul, an immaterial prison proposing a constant deferral of desire and action. The game is addressed to generic subjects stripped of their secondary social defences (which might explain why the largest number of players are what we socially call 'women'): the game establishes a closed circuit between the limbic brain (which manages emotional memory), the hand, and the screen. Candy Crush is not a training game that exercises the player's skill in order to improve it. It is a simple game of chance installed in one of our most accessible, intimate external techno-organs: the mobile phone. It's Las Vegas in the palm of your hand. The aim of Candy Crush is not to teach the users anything, but to capture the totality of their cognitive capacities during a given amount of time and appropriate their libidinal resources by making the screen into a surrogate masturbatory surface. In Candy Crush, the players never win anything: when they finish one level, it's the screen that has the orgasm.
Homosexuality is a silent sniper who plants a bullet in children's hearts in school playgrounds, it aims without caring if they're the kids of yuppies, agnostics, or die-hard Catholics. Its hand doesn't tremble, neither in the schools of the sixth arrondissement nor in the working-class neighbourhoods. It shoots with the same precision in the streets of Chicago, the villages of Italy, or the suburbs of Johannesburg. Homosexuality is a sniper blind as love, bursting forth like laughter, gentle as a pet.
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Transsexuality is a silent sniper who plants a bullet in the chests of children standing in front of a mirror or counting their steps on their way to school. It doesn't care if they were born from artificial insemination or Catholic coitus.
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For those who have the courage to look straight at the wound, the bullet becomes the key to a world they had seen nothing of before. The curtains part, the 'matrix' breaks apart. But among those who carry the bullet in their chests, some decide to live as if they felt nothing. Others compensate for the weight of the bullet by acting like Don Juan or like a princess. Doctors and churches promise to extract the bullet. [...] But no-one has ever figured out how to get the bullet out. Neither Mormons nor Castrists. You can bury it more deeply in your chest, but you can never remove it. Your bullet is your guardian angel: it will always be by your side.
Animalism reveals the colonial, patriarchal roots of those universal principles of European humanism. The system of slavery, and then of wage labour, appears as the foundation of the liberty of modern 'man'; the expropriation and segmentation of life and knowledge as the other side of equality; war, competition, and rivalry as the driving force of fraternity.