Derrida is perhaps best known for his assault on self-presence, but in The Gift of Death he is eager to find out some place where the self is in absolute possession of something. Following Heidegger, for instance, he insists that death is always my death and no one else. Even if I am murdered, my death is my experience: “The sameness of the self, what remains irreplaceable in dying, only becomes what it is, in the sense of an identity... Read more