till Book 4 comes out sometime next year.

This c & p from Benjamin Kunkel’s essay on Frederic Jameson is my borrowed  review by analogy … reading Janeson himself has always reminded me a bit of being on drugs. The less exceptional essays were like being stoned: it all seemed very profound at the time, but the next day you could barely remember a thing… And yet the best of Jameson’s work has felt mind-blowing in the way of LSD or mushrooms; here before you is the world you’d always known you were living in but apprehended as if for the first time in the freshness of its beauty and horror.

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