The different paroxist

Abstract

Jean Baudrillard is dead. Another paradox in his existence. The great french intellectual - certainly the greatest of the last 50 years in the ability to combine originality of ideas and exuberance of style - had denounced in a disconcerting book "the illusion of the end" (The illusion of the end or events on strike, 1992). Life has no end, he used to say. The men would have invented (or simulated) senses, purposes and even the passage of time as a rupture. In "The Transparency of Evil" (1990) he went even further: "Nothing, (not even God) disappears by end or death, but only by proliferation, contamination, saturation and transparency..." If Baudrillard disappears, certainly it will not be by trivialization, but by excess of lucidity and pertinence.