Abstract

Rereading Foucault’s writings on Deleuze is the opportunity to begin to delve into a comparison between the two authors that the history of thought has long awaited, but with respect to which it continues to remain timidly on the threshold. Above all, it allows us to see not only how Foucault reads and interprets Deleuze, but how Foucault recognizes himself and, at the same time, differentiates and distinguishes himself, by reading Deleuze, from his friend’s thought, in a game that seems to simultaneously approach and distance himself.