Several Robinsinades are coming soon.
But folks seem a bit confused about which Daniel Defoe to get into right now. As the world splutters towards total collapse, I mean, do you read his notes on the plague year first, or go for a refresher course on self-isolation in Robinson?
I’ve articles in the works on this, and have been translating an excellent essay from German on Crusoe/Croix/Kreutznaer/Kreutzer by Wulf Hund. But today, recognizing the new viral potency of the Crusoe effect, I am stumbling through a new version. We are all Robbo now.