Coronavirus – Literature, Poetry and Reading.

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Just realised that my so-called reviews have been devoid of ratings. Personally, I think ratings are overrated hence the absence.

The Slovenian philosopher, Zizek says that the greatest act of love is to stay distant from the object of your affection and provides a brief record of the coronavirus pandemic that is engulfing us. He draws parallels from Hegel, Marx, Lacan and pop-culture figures such as Quentin Tarantino, H.G. Wells. Mostly he talks about the need for a global solidarity to beat the pandemic since we’re all in the same boat now. He writes about how countries all around the world including the ones who are far right in their ideologies are adopting socialist measures to fight the pandemic and how a new form of communism may be the only way of averting a descent into global barbarism. (The Trump government in the United States is taking over the private sector. Boris Johnson wants to nationalise the British railways. A universal form of basic income is being contemplated across much of Europe.)

In his view, it isn’t humankind itself but our current institutions and ways of life that constitute the real virus. The virus does not see ideology and our fight against the virus must take precedence over our ideologies for the greater good. He writes how only a mutual trust between the state and its citizens can prevent the pandemic from escalating further. I particularly liked hoe beautifully, he is critical of the Italian philosopher Girogio Agamben, according to whom; the ongoing lockdown measures are frantic, irrational, and absolutely unwarranted for a supposed epidemic of coronavirus, which is just another version of flu.

Concluding Thoughts

Cogent in his thoughts and witty in the arguments he puts forth, Zizek does a decent job in this book. I enjoyed reading the book, it was really informative. Absolutely loved his critique of the alt-right and fake left. Kind of read like a pamphlet to me at times but loved it nonetheless.

I grew up with a high regard for our housemaids, to the point that I would emulate their job and demand a fee later. For instance, in my aunt’s house in Kolkata, I would do a few chores like washing the dishes, dusting the shelves and my aunt would hand me a hundred rupee note after. I grew up to love doing dishes to the point that I would offer to help our mashi (housemaid, in Bengali). I was amazed by how she would go to at least ten houses per day and do not only dishes, but also jhadu (dusting) and pocha (mopping).

When I was in ninth grade, my friend in Pune had a knack for cleaning and she made sure that we kept the kitchen counter clean and organized while we experimented in the kitchen. Then came the post eating rituals. It was something as simple as keeping our dishes in the sink, throwing leftovers in the dustbin and pouring a little bit of tap water into our empty coffee mugs so that its easier for the bai (housemaid, in Marathi) to do the dishes.

Today when I look back, there is a sense of haughtiness that comes from being able to do chores without a sweat of frustration and I scorn at those who scorn at doing household chores. I am grateful that I grew up in an environment where I was encouraged to help our mashi do the dishes or at times forced to do my own dishes when mashi did not turn up, I am grateful to friends and their families who did not treat me like a privileged guest, but as a part of their own family and I was expected to keep the dishes in the sink like every other member. It’s made my life easier in the times of lockdown and otherwise where I now clean my own room, do my dishes and clean up the kitchen counter each time I cook something for my family. Some of my friends are struggling now and I, I laugh in the face of their adversity!

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Slavoj Žižek, Pandemic!: COVID-19 Shakes the World.

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