It’s a Mall. The biggest one in the United States. The second biggest in the world … The ideal thing is to celebrate your eighteenth birthday here at the Mall. There is an entire population in the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul whose dream is to come here on the major occasions of of life, to these long, windowless galleries, devoid of fresh air, dotted with surveillance cameras and the occasional sniffer dog, noisy, stiffling. They come here to pick one another up. Flirt. Lift their spirits when things aren’t going well. Hang out. Treat themselves to a festive honeymoon. Get married. … It brings to mind the famous «absolute, minute, regular, provident and mild» authority predicted by Tocqueville, the dominant characteristic of which would be a state of «perpetual childhood», in which the master is «well content that the people should enjoy themselves provided they have only enjoyment in mind.» And in both cases, we are gripped by an obscure terror, as though we had suddenly discovered another face of Big Brother, enveloping and gentle, pure love – and thus all the more perilous.
Bernard-Henri Levy, American Vertigo
15. April 2006 20:43 Uhr. Kategorie Leben. Keine Antwort.
