I'm suspicious of the idea that there's a chairotic moment for certain books
Literature, which had set itself up in order to bring theory to the unwashed undergraduates, in contradistinction to the English department, which was standing stolidly for reading the texts
cute. Caleb Crain
doomed to be a Frankfurt school epigone
on Foucault, who was grateful he hadn't read Adorno until after he'd developed his own ideas
The working class that had nothing to lose but its chains is now replaced by its simulacrum, the one that believes it has everything to lose along with those chains.
To rub against the grain of the doxa on class, we could say that it is precisely to the extent that the class came to be laminated onto particular ethno-national and racial identities and cultures, and specifically on varieties of whiteness, that class discourse and politics were neutralised
