Ticking something off the ol’ London bucket list. Today we went to Highgate Cemetery to see the Marx family crypt where both Karl and Eleanor are buried. I’ve wanted to come and visit it since we moved here but it’s quite a trek from the south east… We found the energy today though.
The main takeaway — curtly put by my girlfriend — was, “If I died, and I ended up under a giant bust of your head, I’d be really pissed at you”, which I think is fair enough.
Combining the favourite XG pastime of weekend cemetery visits with a Marxist pilgrimage is a good way to spend a Saturday and it also feels like a good excuse to once again share The Lit Crit Guy’s two-parter on Gothic Marxism, here and here.