“If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.”
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I really didn't like the Eisenstein in the way I thought I would--I think the problem lies in the fact that I am in no way interested in the history of "Western Civilization," and "Western Christendom." My interest in print culture comes from the 20th century and later, where presses could be things in homes--on kitchen tables or in living rooms, and could include winging the print process with mimeographs and photocopiers. I am interested in work that comes from below or outside--not from the study of elites and establishments (and religion and science both make me squeamish). I felt like I was cringing the whole time I read, I felt lost within most of the middle, and now that I'm done I feel really guilty and disappointed that I didn't like this book more.
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