A Year in Reading: Sara Saljoughi
Like many others, reading happens in all parts of my life: reading for work, reading cookbooks, reading to my children, and reading for pleasure, which includes all of the above but is also a distinct, hallowed category. I spent a lot of time this year rereading the German Jewish philosopher ’s , a three-volume tome that outlines a (rather unorthodox) Marxist philosophy of hope, written between 1938 and 1947. I find solace in Bloch’s argument that even while the present moment degrades humanity (and all living matter, I’d add), it is an unfinished moment that contains traces of a better future. For Bloch, our imagination activates the utopian function of hope; it is a bridge between the horrors of the present and the future possibilities of which we dream. The book is
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