Logomachy: A Functional Approach under Fascism

A really excellent beginning. You are too brilliant for your own good: piling sources atop one another is a game you play too well for the health of the underlying thinking. That's why you are left with a non-conclusion at the end of the draft: so many fireworks but not much lasting illumination.

The opening autobiography is compelling, but it doesn't lead anywhere either. So the editorial task is to get all this power and verve under control. There's loss in that, of course. It's as though an entire year's effervescent thinking by an energetic mind were bursting out in five genres at once. Now that we've watched an intense explosion in the world's greatest paint factory (a sight it would have been a shame to miss) let's try painting. A draft that picks one through line (maybe Cohen, it was a good choice), and sticks to it, leaving the smuggled aunt and the cockroach and perhaps even Helene Cixous for another day, and we shall see some serious light.