A faltering attempt to find an analysis (assuming one is needed) that connects with a long-standing sense of unease – to finally identify where we, as moderns? as children of the Enlightenment? as liberals? went wrong, and why so little philosophy fails to make that connection. An attempt that begins with a return to Adorno’s Dialectic of the Enlightenment but also has in its sights a lot of flaccid supposedly postmodern mumbo jumbo.
