someone may be poking good-natured fun…

…at my expense. Suddenly there are many editors of the Wikipedia Speculative Realism article, where the following paragraph can now be found:

“According to Harman, everything is an object, whether it be a mailbox, electromagnetic radiation, curved spacetime, the Commonwealth of Nations, or a propositional attitude. Since, according to Harman, all objects have inexaustible, inscrutable essences, every object is also equally real, whether it be a tiger, combustion, Popeye, or the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Expressing strong sympathy for panpsychism, Harman proposes a new philosophical discipline called ‘speculative psychology’ dedicated to investigating the ‘cosmic layers of psyche’ and ‘ferreting out the specific psychic reality of earthworms, dust, armies, chalk, and stone'”

*rotfl*

There is no paragraph in any of my books that contains three such lists, I can promise you. And certainly no mention of the Flying Spaghetti Monster anywhere– simply not my style. Popeye does appear quite often, but I borrowed the Popeye trope from Latour in Pandora’s Hope. If you want a taste of my original style, you have to go to “shale and cantaloupe,” I’m afraid.