As Jeremy Garber so aptly writes in a review at Goodreads: “Ramey’s reading certainly squares with my life-changing experience of reading Deleuze, an act of tortured comprehension I have frequently compared to having my brain scooped out of my head, thrown against a wall, and then dumped back into my skull. Deleuze’s frequent references to Artaud’s theatre of cruelty are also not accidental. The fruit of such painful endeavors, however, is a renewed capacity to see the world in a way that allows for the real possibilities of change.”
In the end, I'm reminded that “[t]o ‘learn ignorance’ is to learn one’s limitations”, and “to be conscious of ignorance is wisdom”, to which I can but distantly aspire.