Karen Jallatyan
Have you ever felt that contemporary philosophy is useless? That you
do not have the time to think about the intangible and unimportant
questions that it asks? This is how I used to feel when I was an
undergraduate at UCLA some years ago, studying chemistry and biology,
and striving to attend medical school after graduation. But everything
changed when I started reading Marc Nichanian. His books and essays did
not just restore my faith in the need for philosophy; they made me
think about the ways in which I could negotiate between my diasporic
life and Armenian heritage, creatively and philosophically.
