![]() ![]() For all its lightness and raucous humor, The 7th Function can sometimes feel a little heavy handed, especially when it comes to the blurring of fiction and nonfiction. But Binet’s cheek is grounded in a serious familiarity with and respect for the theories, if not the personalities, he uses to populate his book. All of this might lead you to think of Binet as a writer of long-form libel. What really drives the book is Binet’s irreverence-Philippe Sollers is a loudmouth dandy, Foucault masturbates to a Mick Jagger poster, Umberto Eco gets urinated on by a stranger in a Bologna bar. Sure, mystery propels the book forward, though we’re certainly not going to get the clean resolutions Brecht thinks we want: The Seventh Function revels in a world where randomness and madness reign. But all of this -deciphering the mysteries of the seventh function and figuring out who killed Barthes-isn’t why you keep reading. ![]()
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