Abstract

Frederic Jameson is one of the great tattooed men of our times. Every inch of flesh is covered: that web of cat's cradles coiling up the right calf are Greimas and Levi-Strauss; dripping over the right shoulder, under the sign of the Cimabue Christ — the inverted crucifixion — hangs Derrida; and, hardly recognizable in those many other overlapping splotches of color is just about everybody else: Lyotard, Sartre, Habermas, et al. “All One, All Different” is scrolled across his chest. In Late Marxism Jameson selects carefully before posing a significant finger on a densely engraved quadrate of his left hip, Adorno!.