Chief among these is his rejection of the possibility that subaltern groups can be complicit in the imaginaries that legitimise domination, and — concomitantly— the claim that acquiescence is only ever a feignful performance of an ideological script, and never a measure of some degree of consent.

But the cultural conflict between these two post-revolutionary styles — between frat guys and feminist bluestockings, Gamergaters and the diversity police, alt-right provocateurs and 'woke' dudebros, the mouthbreathers who poured hate on the all-female 'Ghostbusters' and the tastemakers who pretended it was good — is likely here to stay.

And the secret to seeing—really seeing—was quieting the bossy know-it-all left brain so the mellower right brain could do its magic.

The case was that of a murder. It had an element of mystery about it, however, which was puzzling the authorities. A turban and loincloth soaked in blood had been found; also a staff.