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| Derrida's Car |
My undergraduate degree was in English literature, and I still bear the scars. I find it hard to read any text without wanting to deconstruct it. This contagion even affects my TV viewing: I can’t enjoy Breaking Bad without considering its playful, almost Joycean, re-imagining of estrangement, fatherhood and myth.
So imagine my delight when, on the same day that the results of the Research Excellence Framework were announced, the government let slip Our Plan for Growth: Science and innovation. Rarely have we been offered a strategy so loaded with the unspoken, so ripe for unpicking.
