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Henri Lefebvre RRT19894_FM.inddT19894_FM.indd 1 11/25/06/25/06 22:40:04:40:04 PPMM PProcessrocess CCyanyanPProcessrocess MMagentaagentaPProcessrocess YYellowellowPProcessrocess BBlacklack RT19894.indb 2 1/13/06 11:42:33 AM Henri Lefebvre A Critical Introduction ANDY MERRIFIELD New York London RRT19894_FM.inddT19894_FM.indd 2 11/25/06/25/06 22:40:26:40:26 PPMM PProcessrocess CCyanyanPProcessrocess MMagentaagentaPProcessrocess YYellowellowPProcessrocess BBlacklack RT19894_RT19893_Discl.fm Page 1 Tuesday, December 13, 2005 1:52 PM Published in 2006 by Published in Great Britain by Routledge Routledge Taylor & Francis Group Taylor & Francis Group 270 Madison Avenue 2 Park Square New York, NY 10016 Milton Park, Abingdon Oxon OX14 4RN © 2006 by Andy Merrifield Routledge is an imprint of Taylor & Francis Group Printed in the United States of America on acid-free paper 10987654321 International Standard Book Number-10: 0-415-95207-7 (Hardcover) 0-415-95208-5 (Softcover) International Standard Book Number-13: 978-0-415-95207-1 (Hardcover) 978-0-415-95208-8 (Softcover) Library of Congress Card Number 2005024643 No part of this book may be reprinted, reproduced, transmitted, or utilized in any form by any electronic, mechanical, or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including photocopying, microfilming, and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, without written permission from the publishers. Trademark Notice: Product or corporate names may be trademarks or registered trademarks, and are used only for identification and explanation without intent to infringe. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Merrifield, Andy. Henri Lefebvre : a critical introduction / by Andy Merrifield. p. cm. Includes bibliographical references and index. ISBN 0-415-95207-7 (hb : alk. paper) -- ISBN 0-415-95208-5 (pb : alk. paper) 1. Lefebvre, Henri, 1905- 2. Social scientists--Biography. 3. Social sciences-- Philosophy. I. Title. H59.L44M46 2006 300.92--dc22 2005024643 Visit the Taylor & Francis Web site at http://www.taylorandfrancis.com Taylor & Francis Group and the Routledge Web site at is the Academic Division of Informa plc. http://www.routledge-ny.com À Corinna, avec une jeunesse du cœur … RT19894.indb 5 1/13/06 11:42:33 AM Over the future, everybody deludes themselves. We can only be sure of the present moment. Yet is this true? Can we really know the present? Are we capa- ble of judging it? How can somebody who doesn’t know the future make any sense of the present? If we don’t know towards which future the present leads us, how can we say that this present is good or bad, that it merits our support or our mistrust, or even our hatred? —Milan Kundera, L’ignorance RT19894.indb 6 1/13/06 11:42:34 AM Contents Foreword: Something Cool ix by Herbert Muschamp Acknowledgments xvii Preface: “A Youthfulness of Heart” xix 1 Everyday Life 1 2 Moments 21 3 Spontaneity 39 4 Urbanity 59 5 Urban Revolution 79 6 Space 99 vii RT19894.indb 7 1/13/06 11:42:34 AM 7 Globalization and the State 121 8 Mystified Consciousness 143 Afterword: The End of History or the “Total Man”? 161 Notes 171 Index 191 viii RT19894.indb 8 1/13/06 11:42:34 AM Foreword: Something Cool The city of psychoanalysis salutes the land where the Children of Marx and Coca-Cola grew up, or in many cases refused to. But I’m showing my age. It’s been many years since New York could muster up an audience for angst and Woody Allen. And Godard’s cool Left Bank cocktail of student disaffection and ye-ye noncha- lance lost its sparkle long before Brigitte Bardot started flirting with M. Le Pen. Moreover, relations between these two places have become more strained even as globalization has thrown everyone into everyone else’s laps. As I write this, the United States is still in denial that its position in the world is rapidly approaching the shrunken irrelevancy of post-imperial Great Britain. We’re just an island, separated from the great land mass of Eurasia, pretending that we own the joint, indulging expensive fantasies about enlight- ening the world while turning our backs on countries where con- cepts of Enlightenment took root. Not good. ix RT19894.indb 9 1/13/06 11:42:34 AM FOREWORD Manhattan, meanwhile, is an island within an island, imagin- ing itself as a leader of Blue State (liberal, Democratic) sensibili- ties while the record strongly indicates that it has actually been the reverse. It is New York that has given us Rudolph Giuliani’s chronic hostility toward the First Amendment; fake pre-modern architecture; news magazines featuring cover stories on assorted mythological religious figures; and other convulsions of Red State backlash against the long-ago 1960s and in general anything that breathes. “Haven’t they heard Marx is dead?,” Giuliani replied when asked about his plans to uproot community gardens to make room for luxury housing. Heave-ho! While The New York Review of Books canceled its subscription to liberal thought by publishing stories that claimed to discredit Freud. But never mind. So long as Andy Merrifield is living in France and I remain in New York, Marx and Freud are still conversing with one another across the divide of water, ideology, and time. In my perplexed head, Merrifield and I are two halves of a whole. We’re one of the last great Surrealists. Our mutual amour fou is the city: the courting ground of crazy love. Merrifield’s got his Marx down better than I’ll ever get my Freud. He’s become a one-man, year-round, world-wide festival of non-vul- gar Marxism. I’m just an old-fashioned nut case. But Surrealists are not required to be experts in either field. We define our own field. It is bordered on two sides by history: one border chronicles the outer life, the other one tracks the inner. Mr. M and Mr. F sit like referees atop tall spindly chairs on either line. Out! In! The remaining sides of the field are left open. One of these trails off into the future, the other drifts backward toward a ground of origin that is unknowable apart from myth. Culture happens in the middle. The forms it takes are not invariably symptoms. But sometimes the symptoms are thrilling also. We set up bleachers. We boo and cheer. x RT19894.indb 10 1/13/06 11:42:34 AM F OREWORD * * * Merrifield booed me once. I didn’t mind too much. When smart people boo, you should take it as an invitation to call them right up and say, “Hi, there!” Merrifield had taken offense at a reference I made to Guy Debord in a story about Times Square. I seem to recall his saying something mild, like “Debord would have hated Muschamp and everything he stands for.” Setting aside the rhetori- cal propriety of airing one’s sentiments through the mouths of dead people, I nonetheless decided to interpret the boo as an instance of what Buddhists call “negative attachment.” The attachment is the main thing. The negativity is the attachment’s shadow. And it doesn’t pay to get too caught up with shadows. Often, they’re just there to be enjoyed, like any play of light on the wall. Sometimes they boo. Sometimes they act scarier and say “Boo!” But the smarter breed just wants to come in and play. The city that we hate is also the city that we love. It strikes me that Henri Lefevbre’s work and Andy Merrifield’s both spring from this variation on what Melanie Klein called the depressive position. It is the business of a city to offer something for everyone to hate, even to present itself as completely hateful to some peo- ple most of the time. But even Frank Lloyd Wright, who devoted endless energy to denouncing the city as “the Moloch that knows no god but More,” couldn’t resist being swallowed up by New York from time to time. And the intensity of his attachment was even more evident in the passion of his attacks. I share with Sybil Maholy-Nagy the view that the city is the matrix of man, whatever our feelings might be toward it. And try as you may you simply cannot keep Mother down in the fruit cellar forever. She will not stay there. Henri Lefebvre introduced a stance of radical ambivalence toward the city in his book The Urban Revolution, first published in France in 1970 but not issued in English translation until 2003. xi RT19894.indb 11 1/13/06 11:42:34 AM F OREWORD He dramatizes this position in his first chapter, “From the City to Urban Society,” with a dialectical exchange for and against the concepts of streets and monuments. The likelihood is that most readers can identify with both positions, in whole or in part. Neither is unintelligent, and the recognition that we can and do live with these opposites is tonic. We can defer judgment until we’re more adept at grasping the dialectic process revealed by the unfolding of urban experience. Freudians and Marxists are similarly engaged in the dispel- ling of illusion, however, and as a journalist I am naturally inter- ested in all techniques that have shown themselves effective in performing this task. Journalists are also supposed to be involved in this, but the truth is that we create, perpetuate, and reinforce at least as many illusions as we dispel. But the ideal is not dead, and if it is not always possible for us to draw aside as many veils as we might like for readers—because, among other reasons, we want to share with them the delight we feel when an illusion is done well—we can at least point them in the direction of writers like Andy Merrifield who can accompany them further on the road to the enlightenment that even the most misguided among us are actually seeking.