
Interested parties might be interested to know that from January, I will be taking up a postdoctoral fellowship at Center de Recherche en Epistémologie Appliquée, Paris. I’ll be working with Dorothee Legrand on a project titled “Narcissus & Echo: self-consciousness and the inter-subjective body”. My contribution to this work will be to investigate the phenomenology of anxiety and agoraphobia, focusing on what these experiences disclose about embodiment, selfhood, uncanniness and intersubjectivity. These are themes I’ve been circling for the last few years, albeit in a fragmented way, and it will be gratifying to think through them in a more systematic way. Incidentally, it always seemed to me that, despite being born in Germany, agoraphobia's spiritual home was in Paris in the anxiety of Baudelaire (“Paris may change, but in my melancholy mood nothing has budged”) and the labyrinthine arcades of Benjamin (“Street names are like intoxicating substances that make our perceptions more stratified and richer in spaces. One could call the energy by which they transport us into such a state their vertu évocatrice”). Not to mention the uncanniness of André Breton's Paris, the oneirism of Gérard de Nerval's Paris, and above all else, the "superimposed boxes" of Bachelard's claustrophobic Paris. The list could go. But in short: having the chance to work on the phenomenology of agoraphobia with this history in the background will be invaluable.
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congratulations Dylan! sounds like a great opportunity and, having spent a few years there myself, i'm sure Paris is the perfect ground for such reflections and we all will get the pleasure of some marvelous posts evoking life(or its absence)there. well done.
Thanks very much, Michael. Appreciate it. If you have tips on dingy bars and gloomy cafés, then do feel free to share. Dylan.
Good news!
Thanks, appreciate it.
I hope you are enjoying Paris.
>anxiety and agoraphobia
Two subjects near to my heart. I will be interested to hear more.
I liked the Jacquemart-andre and the fantastic Musée des Arts et Métiers— when I wasn't anxious and locked in my room. (joke)
how long did you learn French for before you moved? my instant French book free with the Independent lied to me, I don't even know how to order cake. Fail.
I can order cake, Nina. But not much beyond. I rely very much on grunting and pointing. Sometimes I will speak English but with a French accent in the hope of establishing a more meaningful bond with these strangers. How's things? I like the melancholy song on your Blogger profile - what is it?
It's Migala - Last Fool Around http://www.subpop.com/artists/migala
I leave my job on 1 April and I am having occasional moments of panic, but on the whole I am so glad to be getting away. I haven't quite figured out my next step (other than going back to Dorset).
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