When Kant was too woke for french schools (0/?)

    "[The novel] opens in Nancy, where seven young Lorrainers destined to set out on different paths, all leading to Paris and all but three to bad ends, fall under the spell of a philosophy professor named Bouteiller, whose encyclopedic mind flies in wide circles but nests in the work of Immanuel Kant. What becomes of them individually once they graduate matters less here than the general harm Barrès attributes to Bouteiller's pact with the devil of Kantian universalism." -The Embrace of Unreason, Frederick Brown.

    Clearly there's a lot to unpack here. I'm not going to unpack it right now, because that's going to take at few days and I want to make sure this post goes up before 10 am tomorrow (which given my sleep schedule means uploading it tonight). I can tell you that it will (probably) involve such pleasant topics as the intellectual origins of fascism though.

    In other news, welcome to my blog!

    I will probably make a more formal (I. E. coherent, on topic) introduction to the blog eventually, but for now I am content with proving to myself and possibly certain select other individuals that I am in fact capable of writing blog posts, and possibly even capable of posting blog posts. Also I wanted to make sure I put something up before 10 am tomorrow. For reasons.

    This is going to be a place where I articulate thoughts on, among other things, history and literary criticism. This isn't my first time putting this sort of thing out there online, but the last time I tried this I was expressing myself through the medium of fanfic. 

 

    I had my reasons. They were very stupid reasons, but I had them. Anyway, that ended up about as well as you'd expect, though possibly not for the exact reasons you'd expect. Those reasons were also very stupid, but they were also a little dire. They're also a story for another time.