Henri Lefebvre: A Critical Introduction - autonomous learning
Henri Lefebvre: A Critical Introduction - autonomous learning
Henri Lefebvre: A Critical Introduction - autonomous learning
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s p o n t a n e i t y<br />
Molotov cocktails, and manned the barricades. On May 13, there<br />
was a one-day general strike; “student–worker” solidarity suddenly<br />
looked possible, against the French Communist Party’s and<br />
general worker’s union’s odds. By May 20, strikes and occupations<br />
became contagious. Nationwide, around ten million workers<br />
downed tools and froze assembly lines. France seemed on the<br />
precipice of revolution; a festival of people was glimpsed, briefly.<br />
<strong>Lefebvre</strong>’s double allegiance with the students and the working<br />
class meant his Marxist take on May 1968 was at once orthodox<br />
and heterodox, rooted in the “objective conditions” of French postwar<br />
society, conditions expressive of economic contradictions and<br />
crisis tendencies in long waves of growth; on the other hand, he<br />
was equally sympathetic to the “specific” and “subjective” grievances<br />
of the youth: their alienation, their hatred of institutions,<br />
their loathing of the admen and technocrats plotting to commodify<br />
the world. (They were also voicing discontent over an all-toopersistent<br />
theme: an illegal war in a far-off place perpetrated by<br />
American military might.) In essence, the wily <strong>Lefebvre</strong> wanted<br />
to highlight what was simultaneously general and specific about<br />
this latest “French Revolution,” what was objective and subjective,<br />
structural and superstructural, old and new in the situation.<br />
He wanted to grasp everything dialectically and explain things in<br />
their totality. He yearned, above all, for young and old progressives<br />
to dialogue around theory and action.<br />
When I first read The Explosion in the late 1980s, it hadn’t<br />
turned me on much. Doubtless the prevailing political climate<br />
hardly helped. After all, my friends and I, like much of the British<br />
left, were then afflicted with New Right blues, or were languid<br />
with the melancholy of postmodernism. A decade or more on, a<br />
few things had changed, some for the better! To begin with, the din<br />
around postmodernism had subsided: nowadays, the intellectual<br />
left isn’t so much bothered about deconstructing Los Angeles’s<br />
Bonaventure Hotel as a postmodern hyperspace as it is supporting<br />
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