Within the Critique of the Everyday Life, Lefebvre’s chapter on “The Knowledge of Everyday Life” explores some very interesting points. “We have become too sensible for these myths, which imply naivety; we no longer believe in mysteries, but pretend to believe in them,” (132). He talks about tourists in southern France walking through the landscape, thinking that they are deep and observant by taking in the small pleasures of life, thinking these are extraordinary, but they are only part of everyday life. I have to argue with Lefebvre here. I think that these things that tourists make much ado about are not the everyday ordinary to them.
I do think it is interesting, however, when he discusses that everyday things—infants taking their first breaths, adolescents and first loves—become data for scientific and theorized study. These moments make human life. And here is where I do agree with him. We are not made whole by extraordinary moments—perhaps we reach our potential through them, but when it comes down to ordinary definition and confines of human life—our ordinary, everyday existence does indeed define us. We are defined by our daily thoughts, reason, and actions that make us human, which define us as people. We have distinct everyday routines we go through and studies of these actions might produce the secret of why we are who we are, as individuals and as humans. (May we call these “performances”?)
An odd point in his argument was the subjective viewpoint he uses for his scenarios. He talks about “mystical joy” compared to the actual harsh life of a peasant. His language seems too subjective and imposing to me personally, especially when it comes down to categorizing action and person.
Jennie Ziegler
Monday, February 23, 2009
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