Although most of the 'postmodern' debates are over and Derrida, Foucault etc are no longer big intellectual rock stars, McGowan's analysis/critique/appreciation of those and other thinkers is, well after the curtain has drawn on the seventies and eighties, still absorbing. The train of influence from Kant-Nietszche etc on Post Modern thought, is illuminating, and grounds post modern thought in a way it was never able to do so itself. A de-glamorized Derrida is strangely easier to read these days, his debt to certain modern philosophical streams more evident, the best of his thought still engaging and relevant, and McGowan helps us through that. But, ironically (for Derrida), through the privileging of the written over the spoken word, and an openness (in the absence of his byzantine and cryptic verbal maintanance of deconstructive rock star status in the cause of the unnamed revolution of differance that even he knew was an impossiblity) to the deconstruction of his own thought, McGowan makes Derrida bit less mystical and more the closet metaphysician that he was. A man looking for meaning, whilst seeming to eliminate the basis on which we have understood meaning to mean. Actually, that's postmodernism. RIP. At least it was still looking.