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BY MALCOLM HARRIS
May 15, 2017
French philosopher Alain Badiou is, by his own admission, a strange voice to be addressing the
youth. “Let’s start with the realities:” he begins his new pamphlet The
The True
True Life
Life,
Life “I am 79 years
old.” Badiou is also a Maoist of May
May ’68
’68 vintage
vintage,
vintage an ontologist who uses set theory, and an
advocate for a resurrection of “communism.” Now, skateboard over his shoulder, he has a
message for the kids. And some of it is pretty good.
The author is much better off working with large binaries and conflicts, both true and false.
Capitalism, Badiou writes (following Marx), has broken down traditional relationships and
modes of living. By way of response, we are presented with a choice that should seem familiar
by now. Badiou calls the first option “the desire for the West,” which he describes as “never-
ending defense of capitalism and its empty ‘freedoms,’ undermined as they are by the sterile
neutrality of market determination alone.” It sounds bad, but in the binary, this is our easy
pick. Call it the Clinton or Macron option. The alternative is “the reactive desire for a return to
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traditional—that is, hierarchical—symbolization.” This is the Trump/Le Pen/ISIS/Peter Thiel
choice—not market conservatives so much as would-be tyrants. “In my view, both these
alternatives are extremely dangerous dead-ends,” he writes, “and the increasingly bloody
contradiction between them is pushing humanity into an endless cycle of wars.” It’s hard to
argue with that.
In his latter two sections, Badiou divides his focus according to another binary: gender. First
he addresses “the contemporary fate of boys,” and it doesn’t look great. One of the traditions
that Badiou sees evaporating into thin air is the initiation ritual whereby boys become men.
Without a clear transition, we are condemned to infinite adolescence in three different forms:
the piercings, tattoos, and drugs of the deadened “perverted” body; the extreme discipline and
self-renunciation of the “sacrificed” body; and the normie career-and-music-festivals pursuit
of the meritocrat “deserving” body. The critique is almost a synthesis of the opposition
between MTV and Jerry Falwell: careerism is the “hole-plugger of meaninglessness,” but
pornographic sexuality is “the marking of the body in the repetition of inertia.” Thinking
beyond these impoverished forms of life is a challenge.
You can tell Badiou is getting somewhere because he arrives naturally at the fascist right’s
appeal, before dismissing it as the true enemy. “Perhaps it’s through our sons,” he writes, “that
we are faced more than ever with the strategic choice between two opposite forms of the
withering away of the state: communism or barbarism.” Badiou’s call for a “new violence” —
especially under the male sign—walks the line between the two. He’d like us to enjoy “a
political life that would be capable of providing a strong, effective figure of disinterested
discipline to counter the law of commodified representation and suicidal adolescent inertia,”
but that desire can take egalitarian and inegalitarian forms. Badiou’s failure to consider the
particular myth of whiteness makes the whole analysis dangerous, perhaps irresponsibly so.
And yet, he is right: the “non-deadening discipline” of organized collective action is the only
way out, and that process will be at very least symbolically violent.
“I am hesitant as I approach the issue,” Badiou begins his section on the contemporary fate of
girls. He’s aware that, as awkward as it is for an old man to tell young people about youth, it’s
doubly awkward for an old man to tell young women about being young women. But it doesn’t
stop him, and that’s (surprisingly) a good thing. Like boys, Badiou sees girls as deprived of
their traditional initiation ritual: specifically, marriage and motherhood. That isn’t to say
women don’t get married or have children, but their lives are no longer automatically
structured around men. Unlike boys, Badiou doesn’t see girls as stuck in childhood. Rather,
they are always already adults. “Basically, the idea is that not only can women do everything
men do, but, under the conditions of capitalism, they can do it better than men,” Badiou
writes, “They’ll be more realistic than men, more relentless, more tenacious. Why? Precisely
because girls no longer have to become the women that they already are, while boys don’t
know how to become the men that they are not.” To our dialectical guide, this could go one of
two ways.
Badiou’s guess at what women could get up to if they refuse the Lean In challenge is far more
promising than the microwaved Maoism he reflexively points to in the first section, and he
knows it. They will invent a new girl, he writes, and she will universalize the symbolization of
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reproduction “so childbearing and childcare will never again mean being a servant.” Men and
women will share in “a new universal symbolization of birth and all its consequences.” The
book ends with “the girl, as yet unknown but who is coming” proclaiming to “the sky empty of
God” in the words of Paul Valery: “Beautiful heaven, true heaven, look how I change!”
He is far from the first communist to place gender at the center of his analysis, but Badiou’s
True Life is especially encouraging because he seems totally disconnected from contemporary
culture. When I first read it, Badiou’s vision of a political alliance between the young and a
nonconformist segment of the elderly seemed implausible, but by the end I felt almost
optimistic. If that’s the best that philosophy can offer, it’s something.
Malcolm Harris is a writer and an editor at The New Inquiry. On Twitter, he’s @bigmeaninternet.