It seems a good time to introduce one of our protagonist’s heroes, Monsieur Guy Debord. First of all, Debord was French–very important for Fred–and a Marxist writer and filmmaker, probably best known for his book, The Society of the Spectacle. (You can read it here… and good luck.) It’s a seminal document for the Situationists, a loose association of French intellectuals and artists who gathered in the 1950s, of which band of merry provocateurs Fred would love to think himself a part, though they unraveled in personal squabbles and political differences not long before Fred was born. Oh, what could be a sweeter dream than a bunch of jargon-slinging French intellectuals smoking heavily, drinking at least as hard, and arguing the day away? For Debord, late capitalism has turned us all into consumers content with phony, mechanized, second-hand lives, sort of like all the plugged in drones of The Matrix. The Situationists wanted to undo all that, and not with a little red pill; they believed in creating situations, moments of real life, authentic encounters, adventure, liberation. They even had an urban architectural theory, but I’ll leave that for another day.
Now that I have made up for this extremely short chapter, I’ll leave you to it.