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Who is Gillian Rose?

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The name "Gillian Rose" recently flitted across my screen for reasons I won't try to unravel.

But it flitted across in a context that suggested that this was the name of an important near-contemporary philosopher with whose name I ought to be familiar.

So I did the easy thing and checked with Wikipedia, where there is an article that describes her (1947-1995) as a sympathetic interpreter of Adorno, who went on from interpreting other people's views to expounding her own -- but went on in a manner that, from such a brief summary as the wiki article provides, is incomprehensible to me.

With a little more internet searching, I found a characterization of her as someone who had moved away from Adorno only to find herself back with Hegel.

Unless anyone among my readers can explain to me why I should continue my inquiries, I will consider the matter of Gillian Rose to be a closed file.


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