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An Attack on Deleuze or on Zizek's Idea of "Deleuze", April 19 2004
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One wonders when reading this book whether Zizek is even making specific reference to Deleuze's work. He seems more to be writing from an idea he has in his head of Deleuzian's, Deleuze's followers. Having given Zizek a lot of attention in previous books, if only to have an understanding of what his contribution to things like Psychoanalysis, Philosophy, Film and Critical theory might be, I have grown quite tired of his shooting from the hip/writing for the agrandissement of his ego. His desire to associate Deleuze with Hegel is just about as helpful to a reader as Badiou's attempt to make Deleuze a Heiddegerian. It just doesn't work. Especially from the perspective of those who know the breadth of Deleuze's work good enough to decipher the sheer irrelevance and sheer idiocy at times of Zizek's desire to be provocative. I can honestly say that this book helped me zero percent in appreciating either Zizek's originality nor the thought of Deleuze. Big Thumbs Down!
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Anti-Deleuze, Feb 16 2004
Even if you like Zizek (which I do), this book is a disaster. Don't waste your time. I was hoping to see Slavoj sneek into "enemy" territory and offer some of his "rock-star of theory" antics about Deleuze since he mentions him so often in his other works -- usually referencing Coldness and Cruelty or The Logic of Sense, but this book is almost chemically-free of Delueze (a thinker of the first-rate whom I quite admire). The book is a hodge-podge of recylced writings (something Zizek is becoming quite comfortable with the more he writes). Deleuze is barely mentioned and often when he is Zizek is often simply wrong about his "take" on him. Most of the time Zizek is just spouting off (and it's not even the inspired kind of spouting that got him famous!) If you want to read something fun by Zizek read Enjoy Your Symptom or Looking Awry; if you want something more substantial read They Know Not What They Do, The Sublime Object of Ideology, or even The Ticklish Subject. If you want to learn about Deleuze read Deleuze: A Critical Reader, Gilles Deleuze by John Marks or Michael Hardt, for a more slanted but engaging encounter perhaps Badiou's Clamour of Being -- but better yet just try reading some of Deleuze's books: they are wonderful, and Dialogues or Pure Immanence are easy books to begin with. I couldn't agree more with the review Eric made below. Looking for Deleuze in this text is like trying to find grapes and nuts in grapenuts: tedious and an utter waste of time.
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Scatterbrained, Jan 14 2004
Zizek is nothing if not an outrageous and wonderful stylist, as anyone whose read him doesn't need to be told, and, to accentuate the positive, this quality is not lacking here in "OwB". Increasingly, however, for the past while, Zizek's books have taken the form of pastiches from previous books of his, and the finished product winds up being something like a series of (interesting) digressions with no main topic to bind them all together. Ostensibly, this is a book that "confronts" Deleuze as the great Frenchman confronted others, and surprisingly, Zizek is able to maintain this confrontation for more or less one third of the book (the first 70-90 pages roughly). It's all downhill from there. I won't even take issue with his reading of Deleuze, which in case you were wondering is basically Badiou's reading translated into Lacanian balderdash--that is, Deleuze lost courage in the face of his "real" insights in Logic of Sense and so capitulated to thoughtless sloganeering with Guattari---no, I'll entertain the thought. The real agony of this book is that people like Dennett and Varela get practically more space than Deleuze himself, especially in the second half, where he literally evaporates--"Like that--Poof! He's gone"---never to be heard from again except in passing references to weird cultural stuff and Empire.
The thing is, I came into this book hoping that Zizek could use all of his wisdom to smash Deleuze into something not-Deleuze, thereby challenging my own tendency to deify Deleuze. That's always a healthy and necessary thing, challenging one's own idols. But alas, it was not to be. This book is about 100 pages too long, and for someone well versed in Zizek I daresay it will be a profound waste of time, as you find him repeating long passages almost verbatim from The Puppet and the Dwarf, themselves repeated verbatim from Welcome to the Desert of the Real. And for Deleuzians--stay far away. You will learn nothing about Deleuze, but, of course, a lot about Lacan, Hegel, and Chesterton if you're interested.
In sum: like the reviewer below I think this is basically worthless and misleading as a book "about" Deleuze. But it is interesting, in places, as when Zizek tries to show how Deleuze is more Hegelian than he thought, leading Zizek into rhapsody about Hegel---very informative about the German, of course; not so informative about the Frenchie.
A highly mixed bag. All I can say is, proceed with caution.
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