There is a Reason
I should have dug this up sooner.
Here is a petition/memorial for Derrida at the University of California at Irvine. A great many signatures from literature professors…and very few philosophers. That’s fine; no harm in being a literature type, or having a memorial thingy; only he does get called a ‘world-renowned philosopher’ and the like, quite a lot. But mostly only by people in other departments. One can’t help suspecting that all those non-signatory philosophers know something that the literature people don’t quite grasp…
Brian Leiter for example. Here and here and here and here. And Leiter, entirely unlike me, has actually read the guy. So he confirms my suspicions. Yes, there is a reason why it’s literature people and not philosophers who think Derrida was a brilliant and important philosopher. Because they don’t know no better, that’s why.
Alas, he is being referred to as a philosopher.
I am, needless to say, with the vast majority of philosophers in thinking Derrida’s work of a philosophical nature was badly confused and pernicious in its influence, and in the substantial minority within that group who formed that opinion after actually reading his work. His preposterously stupid writings on Nietzsche were, of course, a particular source of annoyance. And even his more apparently scholarly work on, e.g., Husserl turns out to be rather poor, as J. Claude Evans showed more than a dozen years ago. Like the Straussians, Derrida and his followers tend to be willfully bad readers of texts. Fortunately, their influence has already faded from the scene in both North America and Europe.
In five years of philosophy study at Irvine, I never saw him around the department once. He was always in the big, new building where comp lit and English lit stuff mysteriously went on.
The only phil class in which you would read Derrida was “Poststructrualism,” if Dr. Schwab was feeling especially frivolous that quarter.
Mysteriously indeed. And that’s just it. How ‘theorists’ get away (even in their own eyes) with simultaneously claiming a monopoly on ‘critical thinking’ and displaying incorrigible obscurantism is one of the great enigmas of contemporary academic life.
I don’t think I ever saw Derrida in the Humanities building, although I remember him strolling around the campus, smoking his pipe. Quite dapperly dressed, too.
One of my professors at UCI, the poet Robert Peters, used to clip out the latest nasty article about deconstruction and leave copies in the mailboxes of his most theoretically-inclined colleagues.
Dapperly dressed Derrida. Betcha can’t say that quickly ten times.