Recently, I've been editing my dissertation bibliography, which included an article that I wrote a few years ago and that I referenced in my dissertation. (I figure that noone else is citing me right now, so I might as well get the ball rolling.) I noticed that in my bibliography, I am situated between Fredric Jameson and Immanuel Kant. Very good company.
In my occasional delusions-of-grandeur moments, I have had a tendency to lament the "commonness" of my last name. I can never really expect an adjectival form of my name to be attached to my work (like "Kantian," "Hegelian," "Derridean" or "Cartesian") because... well, the adjectival form of my last name would not in any way distinguish me from large percentage of the English-speaking population. So, this little treaure of my bibliography was a nice surprise and gave me something else to ponder. Where would I fall on someone's bookshelf? On my own bookshelf (unlike my bibliography), I would be placed between Luce Irigaray and Immanual Kant, which is only slightly better than my position in the bibliography. (I should also note that I have a separate set of bookshelves for "philosophy" texts. "Non-philosophy nonfiction" and "fiction" have their own shelves.) Of course, this provided me with a full-blown opportunity to waste time by trying to figure out where my friends and enemies would fall on my bookshelf... and, subsequently, to read a deeper meaning into those placements than any sane person would deduce from them.
So, here's the question-- who are your neighbors on the bookshelf?