In yesterday's post on the new international (since updated and, one hopes, clarified a bit), it was neglectful not to mention what is fast becoming a truly splendid and varied critical engagement with Mario Tronti, on a Long Sunday. And in light of which, wondering about again:
"At a certain moment, in the face of public events, we know that we must refuse. The refusal is absolute, categorical. It does not argue, nor does it voice its reasons. This is why it is silent and solitary, even when it asserts itself, as it must, in broad daylight. Men who refuse and who are tied by the force of refusal know that they are not yet together. The time of joint affirmation is precisely that of which they have been deprived. What they are left with is the irreducible refusal, the friendship of this certain, unshakable, rigorous No that keeps them unified and bound by solidarity." (Maurice Blanchot, Friendship, 111)
A new issue of BOOKFORUM features this review, among other interesting things.