my brain exploded
I'm willing to delve into whackjob French theorists. I'm willing to deal with the grumpy German ones. I'm willing to wade through the swamps of postmodernism. Hell, I'm even willing to write essays that deal with the death of the author while simultaneously studying legal definitions of authorship and the relevant case law.
But I cannot expand my little brain enough to wrap it around the concept of Brigitte Nielsen and Flavor Flav as a couple. Try as I might, it just won't go that far.
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The author, I guess, is just a legal construct, a bundle of rights, parsed by law. A Fetish Action Figure in my case as allowed by law. It is a lonely existence, being dead and expected to post regularly. Much like being a literary critic, I guess, teaching classes, writing essays, alive and without talent, but having little else to distinguish oneself from a real author.
Posted by: Tutor | January 12, 2005 7:54 AM