Not the One
Guillotined Head of a Parricide Executed at Puy in 1825, François Gabriel de Becdelievre
Mehdi Belhaj Kacem broke with his mentor Alain Badiou in an act of philosophical parricide. But is the father dead?
To call Après Badiou an Oedipal undertaking is about as controversial a statement as to say that the book, by the young French philosopher Mehdi Belhaj Kacem, is 423 pages long, written in French, and published in March of last year. The father in question is the Badiou of the title, “one of the most powerful voices in French philosophy” (as Badiou’s English publisher calls him), a set-theoretician, ontologist, and one of the last major exponents of the post-‘68 generation. In the early 2000s, on the merits of Belhaj Kacem’s early autodidactic work, Alain Badiou brought the younger man into his circle of confidants and admirers and helped him find publishers for his own works of philosophy. After about a decade of such treatment, Belhaj Kacem (or MBK, as I’ll call him) betrayed his mentor in a very public way.
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Après Badiou opens with a letter from MBK to himself, written in the formal vous. In it, he expresses gratitude to those who helped him along his “Nietzschean recovery,” alerting readers that what follows will be a “sort of Ecce Homo for our time.” The allusion, not wholly fanciful, is to Nietzsche’s break with Wagner, about whom Badiou has written favorably. MBK then turns outward to address his ex-co-religionists, counseling them to reject, on the basis of Badiou’s swollen ego, the philosopher’s domination of their minds. Partisan readers itching for tu quoque might relax and let themselves follow this man’s impressively fluent harangue, which succeeds in being accurate if not always true, and useful if not always good.
The bookAprès Badiou by Mehdi Belhaj Kacem, Éditions Grasset, 423 pages, 2011 was put out by Éditions Grasset, a publishing house associated with Bernard Henri-Lévi, who wrote a lengthy jacket blurb. BHL, as he is known natively, is a grotesque: a soixante-huitard who when faced with defeat recanted his revolutionary pretensions but never declined the invitations to talk shows, and so invented a new philosophy (he called it New Philosophy) to justify his new position. One of Badiou’s more appealing moves has been to flay toadies of the Restoration like BHL as only another ex-Maoist student leader can. And now here was his protégé calling him a misogynist, a failed novelist, and a baboon from the protégé’s new perch chez BHL.
Badiou released a curt response in L’Express, a French newsweekly:
Regarding the book titled Après Badiou
An ex-disciple cared to publish a work where he “explains” in a particularly vulgar, anecdotic and ignorant fashion, the reasons for his rupture with me. It is correct that I was at one time interested in the work of Mehdi Belhaj Kacem. I wrote a preface for one of his books, I invited him to my seminar, I was his editor at Fayard . . . One could have thought that all of that would create fidelity. It was the case for me, but not for him. Clearly, he thought that being my friend didn’t bring him enough, or quickly enough, and that being my enemy would bring him more; it would suffice to sell his renegacy to those, numerous and powerful, who have long been against me. Once again, all can see for themselves that the mix of treason, megalomania and laziness never brings more than a meager broth. I have no other commentary to make on this banal story of mental corruption. Moreover, I don’t usually comment on the many books devoted to me.
You could tell he didn’t even care.
To see a philosopher of Badiou’s stature engaged in such sniping is a shock, given the operatic architectonics of much of his work, but it is also to see him as MBK saw him: petty, self-aggrandizing and paranoid (not unjustly) about betrayal. This is one of the troubling things about MBK’s book: Belhaj Kacem charges Badiou with a number of misbehaviors and seems to be telling the truth. And yet it’s also true, as Badiou counters, that he tells it in an anecdotic and even vulgar fashion.The critique comes couched in a surprising amount of name calling, enough that his future translator may have to resort to the innovations in invective that Hergé’s used for Captain Haddock. But we must remember that Belhaj Kacem’s philosophy is in fact an avowed antiphilosophy. Perhaps because of its correspondence with his own rhetorico-emotional register, he is further empowered to accuse Badiou’s philosophy, too, of being petty, self-aggrandizing and paranoid. Reading Après Badiou, you begin to believe him.
Dismissing a philosopher’s entire system on the basis of his personal conduct is generally a foolish way to go, simply because very few philosophers weren’t world-historical dicksAlthusser strangled his wife, Schopenhauer assaulted his neighbors, Heidegger was a Nazi, Paul de Man was also a Nazi, etc., etc.. And MBK’s complaints ring true enough for anyone who’s had the terrible pleasure of a relationship with a well-respected professor — which is to say, emotional grounds are not enough for dismissing Badiou’s entire oeuvre. But on what grounds do we excuse a man’s poor conduct, and, further, treat it as if it had nothing to do with his philosophy?Badiou himself has written an essay called Philosophy as Biography. Belhaj Kacem is sensitive to the pass commonly given influential men, and smart enough not to simply write a score-settling succès de scandale. The stakes are not small: For MBK, the project is no less than to free a generation from a set of pernicious ideas, summed up in a single man.
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Badiou’s most robust philosophical work stems from his contention that mathematics expresses ontology, or more precisely that set theory is the description of pure being qua being. He is concerned with an ontology that can account for the fact that things and situations change. For him, an Event is the name of a true change, and Truth is the un-assured work of a human subject who maintains fidelity to that Event. The particulars of his ontology, laid out in his opus Being and Event, rest on the fundamental axiom that “the One is not.” That is, there is no set of all sets, no unity of being. Pure being qua being has holes; any instance of beings being is also an instance of a void.
These theories were received in the English-speaking world with pomp and frisson, enjoying the approval of an academy employing French theory as replacement Marxish critique. Fans thrilled to Badiou’s resounding defense of universalism against textual relativism, his fidelity to his political engagement, and his striking equation of mathematics to ontology. Who cared that the work was neither particularly historical nor particularly materialist? A new, better French master had arrived on the scene.
Not according to Belhaj Kacem, who seizes on Badiou’s political thought as both irresponsible and insignificant, indicting it as the symptom of the mathematically purified philosophy Badiou advances. By calling Badiou’s philosophy of the void itself void, Belhaj Kacem attempts to do the thing Badiou only describes: to found an event.
The cornerstone of MBK’s attack lies in his criticism of Badiou’s lay “metaphysical Catholicism” or Pauline Platonism, which allows the subject to be redeemed by the Event of Truth. The Event cannot be summoned or prefigured, only awaited. Against this, he claims a metaphysical Lutheranism:
The historical genius of Luther was to re-seize the Jewish origin of monotheism, brandishing against Rome the fact that original sin and it alone unifies the human species as Subject.
MBK’s project is to secularize this story of Evil as the origin of any reference to a single humanity. For him, Badiou’s universalism — Catholic is, after all, the Greek word for “universal” — is both too religious and too particular to really deal with the fact that no matter how much he has philosophically vindicated the concepts of resurrection and immortality, they remain irrelevant to the “crushing majority of humanity” whose mortal lives need uplift before they die.
The Arab Spring gives the polemic a heavy subtext. Belhaj Kacem is Tunisian-French, and writes about family members who would have been tortured had he spoken, even from the safety of France, against the now-fallen dictator Ben Ali. Badiou took his time to positively assess the ongoing upheaval which spread outward from Tunisia, declining to name the popular overthrow of Western client dictators as one of his Events. For MBK, who (absurdly) finds cryptogrammic significance in Alain Badiou’s initials reflecting Ben Ali’s, this appears as final evidence of the political uselessness of Badiou’s thought. Post-Spring, MBK is no longer afraid to speak about the tyranny this A.B. has held him under. The fall of one dictator gives the unhappy son the courage to topple the other.
In his efforts to do this, MBK holds Badiou guilty of a variety of sins: Of having innovated “precisely zero” new philosophical concepts, of improperly applying Lacan’s analysis directly to the political sphere, of covertly deploying a “secular Catholicism” in the guise of a revived Platonic idealism, of being not a petit but a grand bourgeois and of universalizing his own bourgeois prejudices, of spreading a rancid version of ‘68 politics, condescending to tell Mehdi not to bother with the “left anarcho-situationists” MBK was affiliated with the, sure, left anarcho-situationist journal Tiqqun for some time. while it is he who embarrasses himself visiting working-class and immigrant households to tell them how to practice politics, and of failing—along with all of philosophy up until Belhaj Kacem—to give a philosophical account of evil.
Now, this last, at least, is not strictly true. Badiou’s short book Ethics is subtitled An Essay on the Understanding of Evil, and contains a more elaborated definition of Evil than of Good. In his more recent Logics of Worlds, Badiou produces mathemes to describe two additional subjective figures of Evil. To my mind, his relation of Truth to Evil, despite the majuscule, is a subtle and forceful way out of vacuous, circular moralisms, and a reaffirmation along the way of the power of thought itself. But Belhaj Kacem claims repeatedly to be “the only one of [his] generation to have actually read Badiou,” so perhaps I’ve gotten it totally wrong.
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For MBK, evil is something very much like original sin. Humans departed from the realm of pure animal being by aping nature, thereby doubling it and opening it to mastery and appropriation beyond simple necessity. This was the dual discovery through mimesis of both Science and excess, an event he names the ArchetransgressionThis is strikingly similar jargon to that of Quentin Meillasoux, another of Badiou’s protégés who presumably still enjoys his favor.. Put simply, science — the ”The appropriation of the laws of Nature, the scientific architransgression, is what introduces supernumerary suffering in the world.”mimicry of natural laws — is how humans singularized ourselves as distinct from other animals, embarking on a trajectory towards the “technological planetary unification of the species.” In so doing, we left a mode of being “like water in water” for a historical world of “strictly gratuitous suffering,” i.e. Evil. “Evil was the price to pay for scientific appropriation: in appropriating the Nothingness of being by science (the One, the fictive unity of my body, does not exist, any more than the empty mathematical formulae which serve to calculate its structure), and in creating through that the supernumerary Good of technological comfort (habitation, gastronomy, hygiene, eroticism, art, etc.), expropriating injustice appears at the same time.”
To apprehend this singular state philosophically, MBK says, means to be astonished at Evil’s continued presence. Politics is nothing other than the attempt to accommodate the excess which this mimesis produces: excess luxury and leisure on the side of the appropriators, excess misery and death on the side of the appropriated. And art, primarily in the form of tragic drama, reminds the polis of its ongoing failure to accommodate it. Since de Sade and Goya, art has contented itself with delectating in this dark consequence of the mimetic urge, substituting astonishment at the accommodation of Evil for astonishment at Evil itself. But philosophy, whose role is not to astonish others so much as to be itself astonished, has left the thought of Evil to religion and art, and for too long taken the Good as its guiding sign.
No longer, if Belhaj Kacem gets his wish. Après Badiou is divided into three sections: The System of Evil, The Badiou Case, and The Political Symptom. The first is subtitled Plea for the Birth of a Philosophical Twenty-First Century. This century would be past Badiou, natch. It would be nihilist, in the sense that MBK has elaborated in his previous volume, The Spirit of Nihilism. And it would involve a polar switch from the hegemony of what MBK calls the eudaemonists, the philosophers who take it upon themselves to laud the Good. These philosophers, of whom Badiou is of course the highest exponent, are also all professors. Since Kant, MBK says, the philosopher has always been affiliated with the university, which has meant that the guardianship of the crucial human activity of prompting This essay appears in TNI Vol. 11: Feast and Famine – subscribe today and get it today for $2 “astonishment at that which no one had thought to be astonished before” is in the hands of the least astonished kind of people around, the “professionals of profession.”
The antiphilosopher or antischolastic, on the other hand, in whose lineage MBK places himself, is always at a remove from the academy. He names Rousseau, Kierkegaard, Benjamin, Blanchot, Bataille, Lacan and Marx as his forbearers here, though Spinoza and any woman at all might have been good to include, too. The antiphilosopher’s role is as a “thinker of the singularity irreducible to the ‘philosophical’ turnstiles of the abstract Universal,” withers Belhaj Kacem. These singularities left out by the philosophical Universal have, in MBK’s telling, been eagerly taken up by religion and then politics. If philosophers are so smart, he asks, then why does no one believe them? Why does religion still dominate in this self-proclaimed secular age?
Relying a bit impishly on Lacan, one of Badiou’s own intellectual fathers, MBK draws strained lines between Badiou’s egoism and the universalism of his system. In the chapter titled The Badiou CaseAnother Nietzsche/Wagner comparison: Nietzsche wrote of his disenchantment with the composer in a book titled The Wagner Case., we watch as a talented, frustrated man lets go of a decade’s indignities and almost stays clean himself. Badiou only ever turned to philosophy, MBK will have us know, because he failed so miserably as a novelist and playwright; his decades-long political engagement was always a joke, so he had to justify it retroactively with his concept of fidelity; he is misogynist and laughably puritanical in love and sounds like De Gaulle when he tries to speak with the working class; etc. But the strength of the “indomitable demon” at the heart of Badiou’s enterprise is evidence of the power of its truth. Since MBK is still invested in Badiou’s “really universal” concepts, he must help them escape the disreputable personage who produced them. Thus his public trashing of this père, and thus the urgency of theorizing Evil.
Then there is the supposed stranglehold on a generation’s mind that MBK wishes to loose. Here, the question of Après Badiou’s Frenchness poses itself. MBK’s derision of Badiou and his garret on the Rue d’UlmThat’s French for Harvard Yard., his “televisual celebrity” and his swarms of Badiousards reads as less than urgent because they’re specific to the French cultural landscape. It becomes easy to dismiss the polemic as emerging from the particulars of the two philosophers’ relationship, a Parisian tiff: hysterical, maybe, but irrelevant in English. After all, how true is it to say that today’s young thinkers excessively, exclusively turn to Badiou for ideological guidance? I’d say not very true at all, at least from my seat in New York. Perhaps they do more so in London — ? — certainly less so back home in California. Regardless, Badiou is an influential philosopher beyond France, and MBK is not the only one to consecrate a book-length critique to him (François Laruelle’s Anti-Badiou will be released in English next year). But Belhaj Kacem wants to do something more. He gestures more broadly towards a sort of generational dialectic, rendering that Hegel quotation as a trochee: “As for the individual, every one is a son of his time; so philosophy also is its time apprehended in thoughts.”This holiday season, give the gift of TNI for only $25
Alexander Galloway begins his essay on MBK’s previous work, The Spirit of Nihilism, with the observation that “the children of the ‘68ers are now of age. And they are writing.” What do children who are of age need to do to no longer be children, and what might they write about? The generational agon is an old one. Belhaj Kacem returns repeatedly to Goya’s depiction of Saturn devouring his son as a marker of the entry of Evil into modern art. Galloway predicts great things for MBK, if he can get a translator to curb some of his excesses. I’d agree, if only to avoid the distraction the controversy over some of his self-indulgent digressions may cause. But even those of us who don’t want to waste time condemning his parricidal urges still get to ask, well, is the father dead?
He isn’t. At the end of the book, once you bracket the extensive ad hominem attacks, the self-aggrandizing on the author’s part, the personal correspondence revealed and the somewhat shaky attempts at casting a nihilist origin myth, what’s left is little more than a grand, brave gesture. And yet a gesture isn’t nothing. As another of MBK’s intellectual fathers, Giorgio Agamben, explains, gestures can be supremely important acts, resolving the false distinction Or, a gesture can blow up a town, in another register.between means and ends. “The gesture is the exhibition of a mediality: it is the process of making a means visible as such,” he says in his Means without End. That is, a pure gesture shows that a certain way of doing something is possible, even while what exactly that something might be can’t yet be named. At a time of revolutionary ferment, when each day may be the founding of a future holiday, Après Badiou responds to the wider question, “How is what to be done?” Mehdi Belhaj Kacem has written a fine piece of #nodads polemic. Someone may still succeed with the book that totally demolishes Badiou and all of the troublesome things he represents, but this is not the one.
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