A small place for me to write my musings on philosophy, publishing, and philosophical publishing. I intern in a small academic press in Washington, DC, all the while maintaining my connections to the very crazy part of the academy that I escaped from.
For those of you who wonder about such things, the title comes from an essay in Umberto Eco’s The Limits of Interpretation that discusses interpretation and overinterpretation; translated into English, it means “the intention of the reader,” which seems to be a perfectly good title for a place to discuss all things bookish and philosophical. I’ve got a longish post explaining it here, along with some nifty pictures and philosopher art criticism.
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