This is a pretty good story, and yesterday as I was telling it to a student I realized I should write it down. It happened a couple years ago when Slavoj Zizek was in town, when I took him to dinner with a couple of my colleagues before his public talk. You can read the story in my book The Work of Literature in an Age of Post-Truth. That night the sky was that empurpled milky orange unique to the Gulf Coast. The dinner was good. And so was the talk. But the highlight of the night was shopping with Zizek, at Walmart.
