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“in a society in which power is so abstract that it can no longer be seized, in which the worst threat people feel is solitude and not alienation, conformity to the norm becomes the pleasure of belonging, and the acceptance of powerlessness takes root in the comfort of repetition.”

Quote by Jacques Attali

Work

Noise: The Political Economy of Music

This book delves into the economic and political dynamics that shape the music industry, examining the interplay between artists, producers, and consumers. more

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Jacques Attali
Jacques Attali

Jacques Attali is a renowned economist born on November 1, 1943. He has extensive research and contributions in the field of economics, particularly in development economics and financial policy. more

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