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Look, I only started writing about the guy because of his outsize enthusiasm for infant genital cutting; I had no idea he’d become… this. America’s most ridiculed, most reviled, person… America’s Meursault…

As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.

Only the famous last lines of The Stranger can capture what Dersh has in the last years of his life achieved…

But UD will admit that (to quote one of her heroes) she’s now out of her element when it comes to this man. He’s simply too nuts.

Margaret Soltan, January 30, 2020 7:02PM
Posted in: the piece that passeth all understanding

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2 Responses to “Dershcontrition”

  1. Ravi Narasimhan Says:

    “A rare blend of monster raving egomania and utter batshit insanity”

    from Cosma Shalizi’s legendary review of a technical book (2002)

    Maybe not so rare, after all.

  2. Margaret Soltan Says:

    Major LOL, Ravi.

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