I disagree, I think Derrida is a bastard to read, and a steenking Continental, but, like Ricoeur, if you put in the effort he's a clever bugger.
Yes, very difficult. It has been many years since I tried. We have some Derrida threads in the archives, I believe. I sort of rode the fence on him, thinking perhaps he made too much ado about nothing, or, more correctly, that he was just, well, almost deliberately attempting to frustrate understanding, to further clog lines of communication among people rather than reaching with genuine sincerity toward clarity.
Of course, he was wickedly brilliant, but, like John Ashbery*, an American poet famous for writing a kind of sophisticated, pretentious nonsense verse (similar but different to the candid and
funny nonsense of Carroll & Lear, and Ashbery's contemporary, Kenneth Koch), I found the effort to understand him (Derrida) was taking too much of my time, effort, and patience, so I sorta bailed on him: ungrateful little smarmy brat that I am!
*You'll notice —
'cos you're so perceptive and clever, ya bastard ya — I like to keep bringing poets into the mix. This irritates that crap out of some folk 'round these here parts, who think poets ought to be left to the warm and fuzzy world of esthetics.
But I strongly disagree, and I'm something of a Shelleyan with respect to politics (
you thought I was gonna say literature, oh come on, admit it! lol ), as I am a Spinozist with respect to philosophy.
Shelley (dead at 29, an utter tragedy for everyone with any respect for truth and intellectual courage), author of
The Necessity of Atheism:
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.