When I was young, I would look up and down the street before buying a newspaper at the kiosk that was totally opposed to what I thought were my ideas and for which I nevertheless felt an irresistible attraction. Now, having reached maturity –that high price we pay for growing up–, I no longer hide: I enjoy reading to those who don't think like me. I no longer see those who think differently as undesirable Martians and, on the contrary, I am pleased to see them argue intelligently and I even invite them to eat to talk with them.
That is why I have enjoyed reading La posliteratura, an essay in which the Frenchman Alain Finkielkraut charges against what, for him, is the unbearable dictatorship of the “politically correct”, which imposes on us the prejudices of –I will list– simplified feminism , 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 even exclaims: “Oh, heavens! How much you make us hate equality when its empire is without limits!
Finkielkraut is well read because he treasures anecdotes with great men and references that he knows how to bring up. He was a friend of Philip Roth: when he hadn't seen him in a while, he would catch a plane to chat at his apartment in Manhattan. Thus, they came to comment on the
But, in other things, I agree with Finkielkraut, such as when he points out that a feminist priority should be to fight the Ana Obregón of the day, those mother-grandmothers for 170,000 euros. She quotes Peguy: "Each world will be judged by what it has deemed to be negotiable and non-negotiable." If pregnancies and their fruits are bought in the market (as with dog puppies), "the woman's womb becomes a bread oven."
