Alain Badiou occuÂpies an odd place in conÂtemÂpoÂrary phiÂlosÂoÂphy. ShowÂered with superlaÂtives like “France’s greatÂest livÂing philosoÂpher” and “one of the greatÂest thinkers of our time,” he someÂhow doesn’t merÂit even a curÂsoÂry entry in that definÂiÂtive acaÂdÂeÂmÂic refÂerÂence site, the StanÂford EncyÂcloÂpeÂdia of PhiÂlosÂoÂphy. Whether this is simÂply an ediÂtoÂrÂiÂal overÂsight or an intenÂtionÂal slight, I am not qualÂiÂfied to say.
PerÂhaps one of the difÂfiÂculÂties of writÂing conÂciseÂly on Badiou is that Badiou himÂself roams far and wide—from Hegel to Lacan, Kant, Marx, Descartes, and even St. Paul. Not easÂiÂly idenÂtiÂfiÂable as belongÂing to one school or anothÂer, Badiou’s work, though staunchÂly politÂiÂcalÂly left, resists anti-humanÂist postÂmodÂernism and seeks to ground truth in uniÂverÂsals. It’s an unsurÂprisÂing tack givÂen that he first trained in mathÂeÂmatÂics.
As if his philoÂsophÂiÂcal work weren’t enough, Badiou also writes novÂels and plays. Of the latÂter, his Ahmed the PhilosoÂpher: 34 Short Plays for ChilÂdren & EveryÂone Else has recentÂly appeared in an EngÂlish transÂlaÂtion by Joseph LitÂvak. Just above, you can see LitÂvak as Ahmed and Badiou himÂself as “a curÂmudÂgeonÂly French demon,” writes CritÂiÂcal TheÂoÂry, “who takes joy in informÂing for the police.” Filmed in GerÂmany in 2011,
This scene, entiÂtled “TerÂror,” serves as a comÂmenÂtary on French xenoÂphoÂbia towards Arab immiÂgrants. Badiou at one point also draws refÂerÂence to Nazi-occuÂpied France, a sort of “good old days” for Badiou’s calÂlous charÂacÂter.
Badiou as the “demon of the cities” spotÂlights the brute limÂiÂtaÂtions imposed by vioÂlent, unjust police, who sumÂmarÂiÂly exeÂcute innoÂcent peoÂple in the streets. TakÂing perÂverse pleaÂsure in describÂing such an occurÂrence, the demon leers, “I like to imagÂine that I’m hidÂden behind a curÂtain. I saliÂvate!” before going on to describe with relÂish the even ugliÂer sceÂnario of a “bunÂgled” shootÂing. The audiÂence gigÂgles uneasiÂly, unsure quite how to respond to the exagÂgerÂatÂed evil Badiou perÂforms. It seems unthinkÂable, absurd, their nerÂvous laughÂter sugÂgests, that anyÂone but a carÂtoon devÂil could take such sadisÂtic delight in this kind of cruÂelÂty, much less, as the demon does, iniÂtiÂate it with anonyÂmous libel. It’s an unnervÂing perÂforÂmance of an even more unnervÂing piece of writÂing. Below, you can see more scenes from Ahmed the PhilosoÂpher, perÂformed in EngÂlish sans Badiou at UC Irvine in 2010.
If you like Badiou as an actor, this may be your only chance to see him perÂform. HowÂevÂer, the extroÂvertÂed philosoÂpher hopes to break into HolÂlyÂwood in anothÂer capacity—bringing his transÂlaÂtion of Plato’s RepubÂlic to the screen, with, in his grand design, Brad Pitt in the leadÂing role, Sean ConÂnery as Socrates, and Meryl Streep as “Mrs. PlaÂto.” I wish him all the luck in the world. With the blockÂbuster sucÂcess of religous epics like Noah, perÂhaps we’re primed for a HolÂlyÂwood verÂsion of ancient Greek thought, though like the forÂmer film, purists would no doubt find ample reaÂson to fly up in arms over a guarÂanÂteed mulÂtiÂtude of philoÂsophÂiÂcal blasÂphemies.
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Josh Jones is a writer and musiÂcian based in Durham, NC. FolÂlow him at @jdmagness
please show me one of plays by alen badiou named nature
please show me one of the plays by alen badiou named nature