Bare Trees by Gerald Majer In the café, it seemed everyone was smoking, everyone taking notes, everyone pondering an interesting question along similar lines. At the bookstalls along the Quai des Augustins, I had seen in the markdown bins the French editions of various motion studies pursued by authors whose names themselves seemed animated, to an Anglophone ear something of circus and carnival in the likes of Jean Baudrillard, Guy Debord, or Paul Virilio. Surely by now some fresh account […]