Jun 302010

Something was going on behind me – but I have no idea what. It may have been a car accident. Whatever it was – the reaction on the bus was French kids going nuts.

Something was going on behind me – but I have no idea what. It may have been a car accident. Whatever it was – the reaction on the bus was French kids going nuts.
Being French children, they are probably reacting to an billboard advertising a new biography of Jacques Lacan which decontructs his post-structuralism.
Have you just returned from vacation? Seems you were away for a while.
June has been a busy month, but no matter how busy I am, I always find time to check in on your blog. I have been following your French phase and, following in the footsteps of the French aphorist Rouchefoucald, I am making my comments brief, but filled with wisdom.
.-= Lester´s last blog ..Mystery of Guns =-.
Being me – and living the life I have been living – I don’t know who Jacques Lacan is. Yes, I could look him up in Wiki – but since I am who I am – I don’t even feel like it. If he is a French Existential writer, then I am familiar with Camus, and Sartre (who was boring) but that was it. On the other hand, if he was a writer from the 1900′s, then I really should know him, as I’ve read the traditional french classics. Not to boast, but at one point when I was learning French on my own, I was able to read, and comprehend most of Madame Bovary in the original.
What was fascinating about my French excursions was that I was actually literate, i.e. could and did, read French newspapers and classics; yet I could barely speak a word that anyone understood. When I got to Paris, one of the first things I did was find a French bookstand, and buy a mystery novel in French, which I read while I was falling asleep in the little noisy room.
Jacques Lacan (aka Jack the Can) was a bookie who ran one of the biggest illegal gambling operations in Brooklyn out of his bakery during the 1950s. He wore a beret, spoke in a fake French accent, and delivered his daily take to the bosses of the Gambino crime family in big cans of Crisco shortening.
Jack the Can ended up in the can in 1963, after his underworld ties were uncovered. When he got out ten years later, he moved to Paris, where he actually learned French and wrote a book about making Napoleons that is still used today in the most prestigious cooking schools.