ABSTRACT
In Capital , Marx sought to conjure up and then ‘lay to rest’ the fetish character of the commodity. As he put it in Volume III, he saw his task as dispelling ‘an enchanted, perverted, topsy-turvy world, in which Monsieur le Capital and Madame la Terre do their ghost-walking as social characters and at the same time directly as mere things.’ 1 The same couple, we might say, is comfortably strolling the enchanted capitalist world of the city today.
