Michel Foucault by Didier Eribon - review by Bryan Appleyard

Bryan Appleyard

At last we learn what Foucault was All About

Michel Foucault

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Faber & Faber 448pp £25
 

Postwar French thought tends to agitate the English. The grandeur of its rhetoric, the ambition of its claims, the apparent imprecision of its terms and the frequent opacity of its analysis all conspire to alienate a people whose fondest native traditions are empiricism, clarity and wry self–deprecation. And what exactly are they thinking about anyway? Marx is an enduring, unhealthy obsession as was, in the Sixties, taking to the streets with gangs of murderous Maoist students. Things have not improved – look at Jacques Derrida. What’s all that about?

The two philosophers who best embody this infuriating postwar Frenchness are Jean–Paul Sartre and Michel Foucault. Sartre was instantly dismissed by our own A J Ayer as having misunderstood the verb ‘to be’ and Foucault has drawn some withering fire from the English New Right for his inflated rhetoric and

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