who? me?
My name is Joan Sartori (she/her/hers). I’m a writer, member of America Mensa, and former student in Philosophy of Language, alongside some courses in Civil Engineering, Education, Psychology, Composition/Writing, Linguistics and Mathematics (not necessarily in that order) over the last 20 or so years. My philosophical roots began in discovering The Fall (La Chute) by Albert Camus at 13 years old, during a time when Borders Books used to exist and I had no idea what “philosophy” was. As an undergraduate at Marquette University in Milwaukee, WI (USA), I happened to stumble into a Philosophy of Language course taught by a lovely Belgian professor (who would thereafter become my advisor in Philosophy) where my inevitable introduction to Ludwig Wittgenstein, and of course Frege and Derrida, made philosophy more like work and less like navel gazing. Other influences include: Simone Weil, Catherine Dior, Anne Rice, Mike Carey, Robert Frost, and Depeche Mode. Yes, you read that right.
I apologize only for my overuse of parentheticals.
