György Lukács's Social Media
Shmoop eavesdrops on your favorite critic's online convos.
Hey, G. You coming to the Sunday Circle?
Big roundtable discussion on art and its social history.
I hope none of those people will be there.
Who are those people?
People who don't agree with me that Modernist art is a big sham. But more specifically: anyone who likes Cubism, Impressionism, Futurism, or Avant-Gardism.
And I don't want any radicals or socialists.
So, it'll be you and me and maybe one other person who believes in uniting political goals and philosophy?
It'll be cozy.
Hey, Lukács. I hear you are talking smack about me. I'm a revolutionary playwright. I broke the Fourth Wall, man, so I'm not afraid to get in your grill.
Hey, rein it in. What's this all about?
Just your bad attitude toward Modernism. What gives? I'm spreading the good word of Marxism.
I know, I know. But do you have to do it so, well, authoritatively? I feel like I am watching a talk show. Maybe you could tone it down.
Well, since we're being open, I'm not so sure how realistic you are—especially for someone who sings the praises of Realism.
Let's agree to disagree, man, because I love The Threepenny Opera.
I'm glad to see you come around.
Hi, hon. Just going through some of your things and found some books you might want. Or I can donate them to the church, or to the Budapest Nobility's Ladies' Club.
Hey, thanks. But could we not talk about this here? Text me?
What's wrong? These are all of those books you loved so much, sweetie, like the Baudelaire, Verlaine, Wilde—your father and I were so worried that you were embracing decadent art, but you turned out all right. LOL!
Mom, really, I don't want to discuss this here.
So funny! You wouldn't be caught dead with those Modernist classics now, but you wouldn't take your nose out of Max Nordau's Degeneration, even to eat your favorite gulyás! You were so hooked. TMI?
I'm signing off now, Mom.
Wouldn't miss it. What's on tap?