As a young man, I would look up and down the street before buying a newspaper from the newsstand that was diametrically opposed to what I believed to be my ideas and to which I nevertheless felt an irresistible attraction. Now, having reached maturity – that high price we pay to grow -, I no longer hide: I amuse myself by reading those who do not think like me. I no longer see those who have a different opinion as undesirable Martians, and on the contrary, I am pleased to see them argue intelligently and even invite them to lunch to converse with them.
That is why I enjoyed reading La posliteratura, an essay in which the Frenchman Alain Finkielkraut charges against what, for him, is the unbearable dictatorship of the “politically correctâ€, which imposes on us the prejudices of – I list – feminism simplified, sleepwalking anti-racism and calculating thinking that covers up the ugliness and beauty of the world. The thing becomes so unbearable for the author that he exclaims: “Oh, heaven! How much you make us hate equality when its empire is without limits!â€.
Finkielkraut is a good read because he treasures anecdotes with great men and references that he knows how to tell. He was friends with Philip Roth: when he hadn’t seen him in a while, he would catch a plane to chat in his Manhattan apartment. Thus, they came to comment on the
But in other things, I agree with Alain Finkielkraut, as when he points out that a feminist priority should be to fight the Ana Obregóns of turn, these mother-grandmothers for 170,000 euros.
He quotes Peguy: “Each world will be judged by what it has deemed negotiable and non-negotiable.”
If pregnancies and their fruits are bought on the market (as is also the case with puppies), “the woman’s womb becomes a bread oven”.
