By: Mark Kingwell

“solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short”

By: Mark Kingwell

A literary theorist with a lot of enemies.

By: Mark Kingwell

The philosopher who discovered the hermeneutic circle.

By: Mark Kingwell

His stage performances were edgy and enigmatic.

By: Mark Kingwell

Big man, big brain, big appetites.

By: Mark Kingwell

Every attempt to speak plainly is doomed to failure.

By: Mark Kingwell

After 9/11, he mocked knee-jerk patriotism and dumb-ass foreign policy.

By: Mark Kingwell

Walter Benjamin “allowed me to survive Heidegger.”

By: Mark Kingwell

“For whom does the telephone bell toll?”

By: Mark Kingwell

He was haunted by his memories of destroying a Benedictine monastery.

By: Mark Kingwell

Media, culture, and ideology are the battleground of the soul.

By: Mark Kingwell

He called the United States a “moronic inferno,” a phrase that stuck.

By: Mark Kingwell

A Veblen­esque tartness, under­written by a sincere commit­ment to a better world.

By: Mark Kingwell

Kirk teaches his drill thrall to kiss

By: Mark Kingwell

There is a kind of artist whose career makes no sense.