Abiding by the containment requirements is a class privilege. The most insecure do not have the luxury of telecommuting or sitting on their wages for a few months. And death has always been part of everyday life—it is in the night, it is in the streets, it is in hunger, it is in power, it is in fathers and husbands.
[print_link] [email_link] A query came into Zeteo—I wish I could remember who it was from. It reminded me of one of my favorite “found” books: This Fine Place So Far From Home: Voices of Academics from the Working Class. I have a particular fondness for found books, even for The Mystery Method: How to Get Beautiful Women into Bed, which someone—frustrated by his own lack of success?—left out in the rain not far from a lonely New York bar. […]