Neither Badiou nor Cassin can be called a Heideggerian, by any stretch of the imagination, but each has had a significant relationship with Heidegger’s work and, in Cassin’s case, with Heidegger himself. In 1969, when Cassin was in her early twenties, she was invited by François Fédier to participate in Heidegger’s small private seminar, hosted by the poet René Char in the town of Le Thor in the south of France. Describing her experience in the seminar in an interview with Nicolas Truong, Cassin remarks, “As Hannah Arendt said, before I was treated as a Jew, I didn’t know that I was one.”1 Cassin’s position in the seminar was no doubt complex: whereas her fellow seminarians may have assigned Cassin the rather familiar Arendtian role of the beautiful and brilliant Jewish philosopher, a local villager who saw her at breakfast with Heidegger spat at her for consorting with a notorious Nazi. For Cassin, the seminar’s dominant tension was a function of Char and Heidegger themselves: the effusive French poet and member of the Resistance, on the one hand, and the reserved German philosopher and member of the Nazi party, on the other. It was, we might say, the dialectic between them that provided the initial vector of Cassin’s later path through the history of philosophy by way of the poetic and rhetorical swerve of the Sophists, a path she calls, as distinct from ontology,
logology.
Badiou and Cassin are well aware of the complex dynamics of sexual difference that informs Heidegger’s letters to his wife, which their own discourse cannot evade, and perhaps reflects in the distinction between ontology and logology. But finally these differences can be subsumed as variations on a yet more fundamental difference, which we find in the title of Badiou and Cassin’s original introduction to the French translation of the letters, “On the Creative Correlation Between the Great and the Little.”9 The asymmetry of the “Great” and the “Little” appears first of all in the original German title of the correspondence, in Heidegger’s term of endearment for Elfride,
Seelchen, “little soul.” It appears throughout the letters in the flux between Heidegger’s sense of his “great” philosophical work and the innumerable “little” (even petty) academic struggles and quotidian obstacles that threaten to interfere with it. This is what is most fascinating about the correspondence, according to Badiou and Cassin: “it extends this matrix (the Little as the existential basis of the Great) to many other aspects of the thinker’s life,” allowing him to sustain contradictions between the work of philosophy and the facts of managing a Nazi university, between what he saw as the singular sanctity of his marriage with Elfride and his myriad affairs with increasingly younger women. This is, moreover, a question of critical perspective: how do we judge the relative magnitudes of Heidegger’s Nazism, his anti-Semitism, his sexism and sexual voracity, his philosophy? Does the “great” simply outweigh the “little”—render it negligible—or is the “little” itself the condition of the “great”—whether as the “existential basis” for conceptual sublimation or as the repressed, even the repudiated, that returns in distorted, distended forms? Finally Cassin and Badiou propose approaching these contradictions as “the relative yet all-important autonomy of separate categories, which allows for the universal power of a work to exist alongside the mediocrity of entire swaths of a life, without either of these categories being able to claim it is the truth of the other.” This is the most difficult task of acknowledging the contradiction as such, without trying to synthesize a perspective that accommodates or reduces it for the sake of a tenable position, “for” or “against” Heidegger. What’s more, the “autonomy” of these categories does not imply their unity; in separating the “great” philosopher from the “little” man, we should not attempt to see each category as itself simple or consistent, for each is riddled by its own series of scissions between the “great” and the “little,” blindness and insight, the extravagant and the parsimonious, the creative and the restrictive. Perhaps this is what it means to read as both a man and a woman, an ontologist and a logologist.