The realities of global exposure and interdependency should accelerate the case for democratically credible, post-imperial structures of global coordination and an attendant ethos of radical internationalism. Alas, amidst the seemingly naïve utopianism of any such corrective, we see instead nationalism readying itself to claim the void.
ISSUE 8: SPRING / SUMMER 2020
Comrades, This is Madness
What do you do with a guy who balks at maintaining social distance, in language approaching that of evangelical pastors encouraging their congregants to shake hands?
The full dimensions not of the Covid state have yet to emerge. Since the state is at any time, as Poulantzas put it, a form-determined, ‘material condensation of the balance of class forces’, its shape is to be contested. What can be immediately dismissed, however, is the idea that any form of socialism is afoot.
‘We are at war,’ Emmanuel Macron declares. ‘A health war. We are not at war with an army or another nation…but a disease.’ War economy, if not war socialism, looms.
Interview conducted by Rosa Burc & George Souvlis Can you start by talking about your formative political and academic experiences? My parents emigrated to the United States from Bombay, India in the late 1960s. My father had been an engineer working for ESSO, my...
Fascism without fascism. In an age in which things are unclear, tendencies yet to congeal, political substances yet to find their settled form, we have to resort to contradiction. Theory must be as indeterminate, and speculative, as reality itself: a roll of the dice.
Life exists in Vernadskian space. A globe, twenty-five kilometres deep, from the oceanic abyss to the outer limit of the troposphere. A biosphere, to the destruction of which, humanity is witness, and of which, perpetrator.
Just how serious is Labour’s problem in the North of England? As Lewis Baston points out, the journalistic cliche of the ‘red wall’ that developed over the last few weeks is highly misleading. The myth resonates because it stems from a partial historical truth....
The use of the term ‘Afro-pessimism’ is symptomatic of the historical ignorance of the Afro-pessimist™ (or what Greg Thomas has recently called Afro-pessimism 2.0), whose grasp of African history is about as solid as that of Hegel.
We launched our seventh issue of Salvage: Towards the Proletarocene and the Historical Materialism 2019 conference in London. On the first panel, already released in audio here, three members of the Salvage editorial collective talked about the editorial essay...
It is possible that this would always, no matter what Brexit position was taken, when and how, have been the death knell of the parliamentary road to survival.
We lack a clear and precise analysis of contemporary anti-Semitism, its origin and social role, particularly with respect to the West.
Boris Johnson is a formidable campaigner. He is one of the few politicians who can connect with ordinary people. He has real charisma. He stands for a proud One Nation conservatism. He stands for law and order. Other parties might claim a line of zero tolerance. But...
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From the Archive
“As long as you think you’re white,” James Baldwin said, “there’s no hope for you.” And if this seems counterintuitive — as though one might think white people are the only people with hope — he went on to say: “Insofar as you think you’re white, you’re irrelevant. We...
The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. – George Orwell In matters of grave importance, style, not sincerity is the vital thing. – Oscar Wilde Okay, I write overblown, purple, self-indulgent prose. So fucking what? – Angela Carter ‘All...