One would be free. Instead we now jumps to the neck of the cops and tell them thank you.
Michel Foucault took the author stop Porte de Saint-Cloud and drove in Normandy. They talked to, they enjoyed, they became lovers, and Foucault, amazed to have met "the 20 year old boy" decided, a year or two after their meeting, to make a book from dialogues them more or less directed.
It talks about sex, drugs, revolution, communism, of bourgeois society, activism, but also music, reading. Foucault can not find the name of Mick Jagger, is touching and funny. The "20 year old boy" reads a lot, but no French writer of his time, that's interesting is even remarkable. If I remember correctly, at any prefers Stendhal and Jules Verne almost prefer to Sollers, which still deserves emphasis ... He rents a book Lénoard Cohen, "Beautiful Losers" I am, suddenly, reading and that is actually amazing.
But above all, it is the total absence of moral reference that surprises. It is now beset by the GOOD that has become not only compulsory but ubiquitous; and insofar as provocateurs exist, they position and compared against the GOOD, they are often only reversed caricature.
Here, two intelligent men talk, without reference to anything, no desire to shock but to do so without fear either. Even the behavior they are direct victims do not shock (eg gay beatings by cops, more or less systematic): they find them without complaint.
This remote and free look, free, envy. The Puritans always win in the end, but it's nice to be transported, even briefly, in another time, in another world.
