@njissawrites Is this a supermarket bookshelf? A bit like taking a pic of McDonald's menu and lamenting about "the state of popular eating." No lobster. 😱
@JeremyTate41 Except the logic behind it is muddy. His darkness/light analogy works but it does not support the first claim. "Meaning" is not the same category as "light." We can form ideas out of nothing. For example, the concept of a unicorn does not require unicorns to exist.
@Blurred_Worlds Of you do not want to live in an echo chamber, then you should read books that might get you feel uncomfortable or at least make you reflect on your own views.
@pensandpoison Good writers do not describe anything. They show it through the words and actions of their characters. If you have to explain it, you have failed.
@adrianmckinty People have different budgets. But if the book were published as a series of four (or more, because each of the parts has 750 pages), it would cost $40 (or less) each. Hordcover. Nothing unusual. I read his Europe Central, also HUGE. Super
@0x_Luc1us This should be highlighted in the operational manual or - hey @elonmusk - have it as the basic charging setting Smart - up to 80% and Fool 100%.
@mubeitech There are plenty of migrants from East European countries (from times when they were not part of EU and now) and they have never rioted on the streets of Paris or Milan.
@lost_nomad__ You say Western is a culture. Then you add historically. So, Western = barbarians for most part of the history of the European civilization.
@pensandpoison Flesh is absolutely brilliant. Reading XIX & XX century literature is like reading fantasy books. The World has changed, Liza. Prose has evolved. Szalay shows the contemporary soul the way it is: empty. Dostoyevsky would understand it. You don't.
@adrianmckinty I never liked it (the story). Maybe because I grew up having two sisters and this brother-versus-brother struggle seemed alien to me. Adam's 'blind goodness' was so irritating. But the writing is good.
Aquel día de 1851 se publicó en Londres un libro con una tirada de apenas 500 ejemplares. Se llamaba La ballena. Herman Melville decidió en el último momento titularlo Moby Dick, pero el cambio no llegó a tiempo. Tampoco se incluyó el epílogo: el editor lo suprimió, y en esas páginas Ismael, el narrador, relata cómo sobrevivió al naufragio. Los críticos ingleses se burlaron: ¿cómo puede contar la historia alguien que se ha ahogado? En Estados Unidos repitieron la crítica sin verificar que su edición sí contenía el final. En vida de Melville se vendieron allí 3.215 ejemplares. Abandonó la novela y trabajó casi veinte años como inspector de aduanas en Nueva York. Murió en 1891 prácticamente olvidado, y nadie lo redescubrió hasta los años veinte. Hoy Moby Dick es una de las grandes novelas de la historia. Muchos somos juzgados por una versión de nuestra vida a la que le falta el epílogo.