Books are, for me, a form of currency. They flow in and out of our household all the time. (They overflow our household,too, encroaching on all areas.) I buy, sell, trade, give away books with regularity. It is an aspect of how I breathe and think, how I choose to participate in the world.
One of my most treasured and well-thumbed volumes is a hardback first edition of Deleuze and Guattari's Anti-Oedipus. I'm grateful to Charles Bernstein, back in the proverbial day, for first alerting me to the book.
I'm blogging this now on the occasion of Francois Dosse's Gilles Deleuze & Felix Guattari: Intersecting Lives having arrived in the mail today. This is my kind of book. Intellectual history can be a beautiful thing. And this is a particularly fascinating story--how these two very different individuals came to work together to create some of the most influential philosophical works of the last 50 years. Check this book out. The story of two great individuals and an even greater collaboration.
Yesterday was my 57th birthday. And it was a pretty fine day, too.
Writing is a struggle lately, but sometimes I succeed in sneaking an intelligent sentence through the mess which I have become.
Sometime in late 2010 or early 2011 it is rumoured that Leafe Press will publish my EXPOSURES. Stay tuned.