In a hundred-odd pages, the book by Deleuze and Guattari [Kafka: Towards a Minor Literature] contains a truly impressive amount of nonsense; just the opposite, to be fair, of Derrida’s essay on Ulysses, which in the same number of pages says absolutely nothing.
Franco Moretti, Modern Epic: The World-System from Goethe to García Márquez, translated by Quintin Hoare, London: Verso, 1996, p. 199 n. 24.
Forget rappers, intellectuals know how to battle for real, they don’t take prisoners. It’s not surprising that a marxist critic wouldn’t find much meaning to produce out of postmodern texts, much less out of Derrida’s, whose sum of work indeed amounts to absolutely nothing.