Intellectual Affairs

Intellectual Affairs
February 24, 2005

When last weekend's conference at Cardozo Law was first announced, the title was given simply as "Derrida/America." Only while standing in the lobby did I learn the subtitle, "The Present State of America's Europe," from the official brochure containing the final schedule. The original title had been nagging away at my memory for several days.

February 22, 2005

Scholars gather to mourn and praise a hero to many. But was he also an influence in the Bush administration?

February 17, 2005

Fifty years after it appeared, a classic history on academic freedom seems far too timely, writes Scott McLemee.

February 15, 2005
Scott McLemee takes a look at something more often practiced than theorized.
February 3, 2005

"You're too young to know about the cafeterias," said Julius Jacobson.

"The cafeterias were wonderful," said Phyllis Jacobson. "There's nothing like them today."

"The cafeterias and the automats were the center of New York intellectual life back then," they continued. Each one finishing the other's thought, as old couples often will. "You'd buy a sandwich or a piece of pie, both if you could afford it, but what you really went there to do was talk."

They talked. And I listened, hoping, as ever, to be transported into their past, at least for a while.

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February 17, 2005

Fifty years after it appeared, a classic history on academic freedom seems far too timely, writes Scott McLemee.

February 15, 2005
Scott McLemee takes a look at something more often practiced than theorized.
February 3, 2005

"You're too young to know about the cafeterias," said Julius Jacobson.

"The cafeterias were wonderful," said Phyllis Jacobson. "There's nothing like them today."

"The cafeterias and the automats were the center of New York intellectual life back then," they continued. Each one finishing the other's thought, as old couples often will. "You'd buy a sandwich or a piece of pie, both if you could afford it, but what you really went there to do was talk."

They talked. And I listened, hoping, as ever, to be transported into their past, at least for a while.

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