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L’idée a de suite été reprise à Londres où le mouvement de protestation contre les mesures de «rigueur» continue et où on ne manque pas de marquer une franche solidarité avec le combat actuellement mené en Italie.



En anglais, voici un «résumé» de cette ligne de front proposé par l’incontournable collectif italien Wu Ming :

Shall we summarize? […]
Our world is infected by the plague (
Decameron, Giovanni Boccaccio).
The plague is the atomization of social relationships (
Face aux feux du soleil, Isaac Asimov)
Those who refuse this state of things are often prey to an obsession that cripples their initiatives (
Moby Dick, Herman Melville), that is to say: the obsession with “Him”, Silvio the Malignant Whale, this “berluscocentrism” affecting the public discourse.
This obsession becomes an ideological barrier and causes us to attack windmills that are put in front of us as baits (
Don Quichotte, Miguel de Cervantes).
The risk is to be mesmerized by the scene of an outraged, sex-addicted, ever-carousing power (
Satyricon, Pétrone).
We will avoid such risk only if we find a new story, a narrative of ourselves that will break into this world as a real scandal (
Tropiques du cancer, Henry Miller), as opposed to all the fake scandals we see in the media. The emergence of a new, unified, conflict-bearing subjectivity would be the only truly intolerable scandal. “For it must needs be that scandals come”, says the old maxim [Matthew, 18,7].
Hence the problem of organization (
Que faire?, Lénine). And, perhaps, the need to re-read Lenin, rejecting what is to be rejected, revamping what can be revamped. Of course, today the process of organization can no longer aim at building the party of the proletariat as in the 20th century: organization must take into account the enemy’s superior mobility, it must make us able to fight in an ever-changing situation, a scenario of constant deterritorialization (Mille Plateaux, Gilles Deleuze et Félix Guattari).
However, without a narrative, without stories to be told in the night around the campfire, any guerrilla warfare in the desert is doomed to failure. And so we return to the first book, the
Decameron: it is thanks to the stories we tell one another that we can prevent the spreading of the plague […]
Well,
Q is the only book in the “Book Bloc” whose authors are still living. Should they have chosen only dead writers? We might say that Q represents the “here and now” of the struggle, the need to act now.