This is my "Killer Robin" Sequence. [FFS. - Ed.]
Actually, this post isn't strictly about killers. Though maybe it is. In a way. [Get on with it, will you? - Ed.] [Calm down. Don't get your knickers in a twist. - Crone]
OK, so, I have just finished what I will extravagantly describe as one of the best books ever. Sandro Veronesi's The Hummingbird was superb but Benjamin Labatut's When We Cease to Understand the World is even better. I finished it in a few days and immediately went back to the start and began again. It reminds me of a post I wrote... after a vision... let me see if I can find it... ah yes - you will see the link at the bottom of this post. In Labatut's work, many of the scientists reach a point where they sense the real or ethically required limit to the pursuit of knowledge. I guess I would find this powerful: it is what I have already intuited and so, confirmation bias, I am inclined to agree. I also like it because (hee hee!) it has a different message from that in Karen Barad's book - which I am still ploughing through (34%). In that, the idea is not that knowledge is limited so much as that through the apparatuses of experimentation, are created or do arise, that which can be known through that experiment. The apparatus creates the situation in which cause and effect are created. Or something. Still not really sure. maybe it's a waste of time reading it.
Anyway, the other thing I am reading is a work by Dinesh Wadiwel who wrote The War Against Animals, of which I managed to read just the introduction. I loved the introduction and would have read the book but it costs £100 and I can't really justify that. I was secret squirrel given a copy of his new book which is about factory farming - taking a Marxist perspective. It's very interesting indeed. He writes clearly and presents a strong case to explain not just what's "bad" about factory farming but why, 50 odd years after the huge wave of animal liberation started, there are 80 billion animals being slaughtered annually (and trillions of fish).
So, yes, killers?
This is the face of judgement.
I read the Guardian review of Labatut's book and The New Yorker Review 's and have started the one from The New York Times. It's good to read the Moon Wisdom poem again. I can see the connections. Bobbit's stance and stare are indeed a judgement.