I decided to take a break from a dissertation-filled weekend and walk the apparently long and freezing walk to the Marais. I'd just been working on the Hannah Arendt portion - not an in-depth Arendtian anything, but a discussion of the role of Arendt in the popular-loosely (or is it narrowly?) -defined understanding of nineteenth century French Jewish history. More or less, the notion that French Jews were self-hating assimilators. On my break from this, as I'm passing by all the
soldes, who should I see in a shop window but... If they get Herzl shirts - not inconceivable given the neighborhood - my post-Petit-Bateau self-imposed t-shirt-buying hiatus will be broken.
Is that Heidegger in the window, too? It's like an incredibly dysfunctional version of the tale of Philemon and Baucis--except they live forever in a window-display rather than as trees.
ReplyDeleteAnd did you get close enough to see what Arendt is saying in the speech bubble on the shirt?
Sorry -- I'm just way too fascinated by this whole thing...
"Is that Heidegger in the window, too?"
ReplyDeleteI believe so.
"And did you get close enough to see what Arendt is saying in the speech bubble on the shirt?"
Looks like a little pink heart. Aw!