Category: Books

As a sucker for collected aphorisms, this is the perfect format — aphorisms with commentary!

A thin thread connects the essays from piece to piece, but there is no overarching narrative to this book as Klein meanders through a variety of philosophers and their thoughts.

I enjoyed having the meaning of life be the driving motive of this book. Though of course, philosophy doesn’t readily grant such a simplistic deliverable.

(But at least he didn’t get mired in the arcane elements of this field.)

In the end, maybe the search is what counts.

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I started relistening to it, but got sucked onto other fare. One day, I should re-read this book, preferably with my eyes.

If I were to create a 5 point scale for books it would be

1. Didn’t bother to finish
2. No plans on rereading it
3. Should reread it one day
4. Read this book twice
5. Have reread this multiple times

3/5

I stumbled into the midst of a forty year old debate.

I enjoyed his puzzle books and his book on Taoism.

The Tao is Silent dipped its toes into polemics, but 5000 BC waded into the melee.

Smullyan tackles a variety of philosophical topics.

Most of it was over my head.

I enjoyed his chapter of short “Miscellaneous Fragments” (I’m a sucker for aphorisms), and I understood just enough to persevere to the end of the book.

From my dim perspective, he seems to be taking on the logical positivists and moralists on their terms and arguing for a fuzzier more Eastern view of the world.

In that vein, it may be a less personal and more rigorous extension of The Tao is Silent.

But I’m not surprised that it hasn’t been reprinted and I won’t be surprised if I don’t revisit this book — unless I stay on this philosophy kick.

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pushing upward has supreme success
one must see the great man
fear not

It’s time for GEB.

My boy was curious about the book, so I read it to him, as Seth recommended in the postscript of his introduction.

Per the subtitle, it’s an “ABC for grownups”.

This book is distilled Seth.

If you follow his work, it’s nothing new — a collection of his key maxims, with colorful illustrations by Hugh MacLeod.

It embodies the “simple not easy” model, discarding the customary fluff that self-help authors use to make the “simple” feel less “not easy”.

I like Seth, but I’m not an tech-gig artist-entrepreneur so much of his work isn’t for me. I appreciate his gracious demeanor though I fear I’m overlooking a catastrophic deficiency in his optimistic worldview.

Oh well. Until I figure out the source of my nagging discomfort, I’ll keep saying that Seth is the great self-help artist of this era.

My two Godin favorites are the Dip and Linchpin. This book comes close to that top pairing.

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I should write a book of 26 maxims.
But of what subject?
One day.

These books present a most appealing version of Christianity.
Especially the ascetic version of this religion.

I never groked the appeal of monastic life.
Now I do.

It’s not an intellectual appeal.

It’s a “wow, that’s wild” appeal (YMMV).

Not something I want for myself.
But I can respect it.
Their harshness is reserved themselves, to quash sin in their own hearts.
Their own pride and their own failings.

It’s impressive to read stories of those who actually try to live up to the high demands of Christ.
Even to the point of selling one’s copy of the gospels so the money could be given to the poor.
To avoid judging others, brothers and outsiders.

Ward’s book is a translation of the Verba Seniorium, a categorized collection of stories about these monks.
The stories are well written and enjoyable and the chapters give it structure.
After a while, you feel familiar with the characters who reappear in each chapter.
However, some of the stories are touch awful (in both positive and negative senses) with their extreme pursuit of holiness.

Merton’s careful selection create a devotional for modern sensibilities.
His style is a touch more fluid and airy.
And he skips the stories that display their worst phobias of lust and women.
(There’s a reason he’s so popular.)

Ward presents a fuller picture of these mystics in the deserts.
Merton’s devotional might be bowdlerized version of their story, but I suspect I’ll return to this book whenever I need a mental readjustment.

Two overlapping collections.
Both worth reading.

This is a delightful survey of western philosophical thought.
It starts with big questions and ends with esoteric problems.
Even though it’s not explicitly chronological, it acts like it.

As I get older, I’m realizing that there are subjects where I won’t be going deeper than a surface level acquaintance.

Time has become more of a zero sum game.
I’ve got fewer “one days” in my future.

I make choices.
Or take a shortcut and let other people pre-digest knowledge for me.
Such as a book filled with philosophical jokes.

Maybe I’ll get deeper into some of the source material.
Or maybe I won’t.

By the way, Johnny Heller was an excellent narrator.
The audiobook may be better than the hardcopy.

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If I had to guess, I’ll be listening to more summary books before diving into the source material…or maybe I’ll be distracted by some other shiny subject.

And if I ever get into the source material, I’ll start with the ancient ones — they wrestled with the immediate philosophical issues that apply to our daily lives.

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the prince shoots at a hawk on a high wall.

I read this as a hard line Calvinist reformed Baptist.
It was too squishy to be memorable.
Decades later, I’m a squishy atheist open to all the wisdom traditions.

I now see why this book is a classic.
It presents a most charming version of this religion.

His all-or-nothing argument for the divinity of Jesus was unconvincing.
But otherwise, the book was illuminating.
His use of analogies is masterful.
He clearly explains esoteric concepts of the Christian cosmology in simple terms.

The original essays were BBC Radio lectures given during World War Two.
In publication, he preserved the informal manner of the broadcasts, and listening to it as an audiobook brought it back to life.

It was wonderful to listen to C. S. Lewis craft the English language at his highest levels.
Highly recommended, even though I have no interest in becoming a Christian.

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With an active war abroad and political tensions at home, the world and nation is no longer a coherent hegemony.
This book feels more at home in the 20’s than than in the 90’s.

It wasn’t enough to make me curious about practicing Christianity.
But enough to consider re-reading the Chronicles of Narnia, which I did not enjoy as a child.
I wonder what I might find as an adult and a father, knowing the author is a veteran of World War One.

How can a first (and last) time author write so beautifully?

A lifetime of thinking.
About life and death.

And doing.
Masters in English Lit.
Then becoming a Doctor, Neurosurgeon.

The book is a powerful, emotional memoir.
A reminder that our days are not guaranteed.
Easy living won’t last forever.

And the dying.
What brutally high cost for living.

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This weekend, Jonathan Tjarks, a 34 year-old basketball reporter, passed away from cancer after writing this beautiful, haunting essay in March.
And Risk Parity Radio posted an episode about dying.

The media gods clearly want me to examine mortality, which has never been a big concern before.
Let’s see where this goes.

Grain Elevators are tall trucks
 that let the road
approach them

I’ve always been a prose guy.
(More Pentateuch than Psalms.)

But I’ve always held the nag that I need to get into poetry (along with Jazz and Russian novels).

This is as good a start as any.

Short poems.
Straight to the point.
Haikus + Americana.

I’ve tried writing some myself, when I started this blog.

I bought this book around that time.
But buying and reading are different things.
So here I am, a decade later.

Not sure if I grok poetry any better.
That will be a matter of trying.
Again and again.

Reflected upsidedown
 in the sunset lake, pines,
Pointing to infinity

As for this book itself.
Jack successfully taps into the vividness of Haiku.

It’s a snapshot of mid-century America.
Unfortunately it’s also a snapshot of Jack’s unraveling.

I need to revisit this book in a few months.
Maybe I’ll better enjoy the art when I’ve become inured to his sad story.

Desk cluttered
 with mail—
My mind is quiet

At the turn of the century, there was a fad of cheeky comic books covering non-fiction subjects.

This one uses a gimmick of the Caterpillar teaching Alice in Wonderland.
This conceit works surprisingly well for a broad overview of Indian and East Asian thought.

It is awkward to read such books as an advanced beginner.
I’m not a bewildered neophyte, the intended audience.
But I don’t know enough to judge the veracity of the work.

However, it turned out to be a great moment to read this book.

It’s tough to jump into a new subject.
A pure beginner confronts too much information all at once.
But every book embeds a bias, especially the basic ones.
With a little familiarity, you can better converse with the author.
So a student should (re)visit an introductory text after some study.

I used this tactic when learning to bake bread.
After reading every baking book at the library, I could discern implicit instructions.
So I could mine the most basic cookbooks for their unwritten assumptions.

The hard part is humbling myself to open an beginner’s book.
Maybe that’s why I haven’t picked up a cookbook in years.

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The graphics in this book haven’t aged well, but that wasn’t the point. These books were designed to be appetizing at the time of publication. Given the extent of the series, I’d say they worked.

I got this book at the Spring Valley Friends of the Library bookstore along with several volumes. This is the first that I’ve read. I should get onto the rest of them.

A mathematician tackles this topsy-turvy religious philosophy.

It’s a collection of 47 short essays that predate the blog-post book fad by three decades.

Smullyan plays with multiple voices, draws from Chinese poets, and utilizes his training as a logician.

His bemused detachment won’t convince a skeptic, but if you’re already digging Taoism then you’ll enjoy this book.

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The book brings back memories of summer, visiting my cousin for two weeks, where I came across Smullyan’s Alice in Puzzleland at the Whittier Library.

I should revisit this book to for a deeper dive, but I want to play jump into other subjects first.