Waiting for Foucault

I’ve had a post slowly brewing about Largo Desolato for quite some time now, but I’m waiting to talk with Megan, a grad student friend who has read Foucault extensively, before I throw out any misconceptions. I’ve not read much Foucault, and I don’t want to be putting out false conclusions based on the small amount of knowledge I do have. Best to wait until I’ve checked with an expert.

Anyway, Megan’s in California, so our schedules have had some trouble syncing up. Hopefully we get in touch over the weekend so I can get this all written down before it disappears into the inevitable tryptophan and brandy-induced food coma next week.