We are a publishing house devoted to research and experimentation in the realm of literary, philosophical, historical and social knowledge.
Independent of any institution and orthodoxy, we nevertheless do not disown our allegiance to certain Jewish values and certain issues of principle. Our ambition, within the confines of our means yet stretching them to the full, is to stir up troubled waters in the all-pervasive harmonious nodding. At a time when the only talk is of reconciliation, alliance and consensus, we seek to establish our right to a brawl. To be a pebble in the shoe, so to speak, by rejecting the kitschy fairy tale and smoothed-out story of perfect harmony between men. For today’s world entreats us to remain silent, to muse or else identify ourselves, but never to rebel, display anger or fight. Yet we are men seeking liberty, not humans subjugated to an irremediable fate.
In the face of the dangers hovering over the modern man, confronted as he is with “the friends of disaster” (Renaud Camus), in order to prevent his dislocation and patch up the broken pieces, we need to lay the foundations on which to build our dwelling place.
Our publishing house was born of a realisation: reality keeps on summoning us, and we want to be able to give ourselves the opportunity to show up, through the medium of the written word. Faced with the generation of the spontaneous, the immediate and the obsolete, we have no choice but to supply the intellectual, moral and emotional receptacles with which to garner the content to come.
What is emerging behind the grammar of the Show compels to us to think, to think especially about unacceptable Injustices, forgotten or postponed questions, issues left on the sidelines, unjust and freedom-killing laws that flash by at the speed of light.
Non-thought guarantees its power by claiming its virtue in the very thing – culture – whose destruction it is methodically and systematically pursuing.
Just like fists banging on the table, our books seek to demonstrate that we will not content ourselves with a human-free humanism; they are “miscontemporaneous” (“mécontemporain”) and demonstrate to the best of their power that we will not lend credence to a world that treats everything like a joke.
Fists banging on the table, perhaps, but with only one outlook and one single aim: to seek to accurately and clearly define the exact profile of our contemporaneousness on the ideological and terminological planes.
For each and every book we publish, we could do worse than quote G.K. Chesterton: “What is rare and wonderful is to achieve your goal; what is vulgar and normal is to miss it. I can assure you that whenever a train draws in, I have the feeling it has wound its way through endless enemy infantry fire and that man has triumphed over chaos.”
Independent of any institution and orthodoxy, we nevertheless do not disown our allegiance to certain Jewish values and certain issues of principle. Our ambition, within the confines of our means yet stretching them to the full, is to stir up troubled waters in the all-pervasive harmonious nodding. At a time when the only talk is of reconciliation, alliance and consensus, we seek to establish our right to a brawl. To be a pebble in the shoe, so to speak, by rejecting the kitschy fairy tale and smoothed-out story of perfect harmony between men. For today’s world entreats us to remain silent, to muse or else identify ourselves, but never to rebel, display anger or fight. Yet we are men seeking liberty, not humans subjugated to an irremediable fate.
In the face of the dangers hovering over the modern man, confronted as he is with “the friends of disaster” (Renaud Camus), in order to prevent his dislocation and patch up the broken pieces, we need to lay the foundations on which to build our dwelling place.
Our publishing house was born of a realisation: reality keeps on summoning us, and we want to be able to give ourselves the opportunity to show up, through the medium of the written word. Faced with the generation of the spontaneous, the immediate and the obsolete, we have no choice but to supply the intellectual, moral and emotional receptacles with which to garner the content to come.
What is emerging behind the grammar of the Show compels to us to think, to think especially about unacceptable Injustices, forgotten or postponed questions, issues left on the sidelines, unjust and freedom-killing laws that flash by at the speed of light.
Non-thought guarantees its power by claiming its virtue in the very thing – culture – whose destruction it is methodically and systematically pursuing.
Just like fists banging on the table, our books seek to demonstrate that we will not content ourselves with a human-free humanism; they are “miscontemporaneous” (“mécontemporain”) and demonstrate to the best of their power that we will not lend credence to a world that treats everything like a joke.
Fists banging on the table, perhaps, but with only one outlook and one single aim: to seek to accurately and clearly define the exact profile of our contemporaneousness on the ideological and terminological planes.
For each and every book we publish, we could do worse than quote G.K. Chesterton: “What is rare and wonderful is to achieve your goal; what is vulgar and normal is to miss it. I can assure you that whenever a train draws in, I have the feeling it has wound its way through endless enemy infantry fire and that man has triumphed over chaos.”
