I am listening to two novels Love in the Time of Cholera and The Sound of Things Falling. Both originally written in Spanish. In these, Love doesn’t just make the world go ’round – Love is the world itself.
I am also reading (as if that wasn’t enough) Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia. In which desire is fundamental to its philosophy.
Philosophy and Literature have been united for a long time – but especially by Sartre, whose best work was his novels and plays. Also of course, for the ladies Simone de Beauvoir – who was politically active.
Absent from all of these is American input. America has gone on a route of its own – with little interest in the rest of the world. And indeed, little interest in itself. We seem obsessed with power – and feel if we have that little else matters.
Desire has been transformed into sex, and lots of it, in the Business world. And, in the Religious world – a new puritanical impulse seems to be taking hold – on the surface, with lots of perversions underneath that.