Slavoj Zizek

Slavoj Zizek makes no sense at all; he's an engaging clown who likes to hear his own balderdash; it should not be surprising how many people are taken by him: he is entertaining; he has a funny accent and a cute speech impediment; some would probably find him cuddly in a teddy-bear sort of way. But it is also not surprising that more people prefer Eddie Murphy: at least one understands what Eddie is saying.

There is something very familiar about Slavoj Zizek: his mind wends in the odd, baffling ways typical of most Russian emigres. He seems to confirm the intuition common across Eastern Europe that Serbs are really Russians.

Kudos to Slavoj Zizek on one account: he believes very firmly that Serbia has something to teach the West. The sheer power of this conviction is very refreshing in the world in which, say, Polish art historians speak breathless pomo-speak lifted verbatim from American academia. And I am sure that it is the case, that Serbia does have important things to teach the West, but as I listen to him I am sadly certain that Slavoj Zizek has not quite discovered what it is.