This book is an attempt to respond to a text message, a textual call -- to a missive sent by Tombie Rautenbach that arrived at three in the morning on 7 March 2007 -- which read, « Baudrillard is dead . But more than a eulogy, more than a mourning -- if such a thing is possible -- this is an attempt to think with Baudrillard, all whilst keeping in mind the fact that his work, his writing, his thought, always brings with it a little chuckle,...