I like this book.I think you should read it.
>>24949375i think i will. thank you for recommending this book you like, i will be happy to read it someday soon
>>24949375There is something slightly farcical and overly stereotyped about its characters that prevents it from being a masterpiece but i am still very fond of it.
>>24949375isn't it very long?
>>24949451not really desu
>>24949375Interesting cover and title. Anything you can tell us to sell on it, for those who have never heard about it? A quote you liked?
So Carlyle is making fun of Hegel? This is like Candide but lampooning Hegelians instead?
>>24949375Carlyle mogs all the pretentious meta authors from the 20th century.
>>24949451It's not long, it's dense.Meaning that it feels like it actively written to be hard to binge without feeling lost.
>>24949630It's written from the POV of an editor who himself is reviewing/publishing a fictional book titled the "Philosophy of Clothes".At risk of being overly reductive an inferred theme that pervades the book is the idea of the pretentious and the authentic. (much like the wearing of clothes)It effectively challenges Shakespeare's "what's in a name?".The book itself can be both read ironically or seriously or perhaps both at once much like how the editor expounds upon the book he is investigating.Part of the story involves the editor looking into the author's biography to try to make sense of it all.There are several quotes that stuck with me and likely more that fell out of my head as there was a lot stuffed into the book.The one that comes to mind at the moment is.>That the Thought-forms, Space and Time, wherein, once for all, we are sent into this Earth to live, should condition and determine our whole Practical reasonings, conceptions, and imagines or imaginings—seems altogether fit, just, and unavoidable.>But that they should, furthermore, usurp such sway over pure spiritual Meditation, and blind us to the wonder everywhere lying close on us, seems nowise so.>Admit Space and Time to their due rank as Forms of Thought; nay even, if thou wilt, to their quite undue rank of Realities: and consider, then, with thyself how their thin disguises hide from us the brightest God-effulgences!>Thus, were it not miraculous, could I stretch forth my hand and clutch the Sun?>Yet thou seest me daily stretch forth my hand and therewith clutch many a thing, and swing it hither and thither.>Art thou a grown baby, then, to fancy that the Miracle lies in miles of distance, or in pounds avoirdupois of weight; and not to see that the true inexplicable God-revealing Miracle lies in this, that I can stretch forth my hand at all; that I have free Force to clutch aught therewith?>Innumerable other of this sort are the deceptions, and wonder-hiding stupefactions, which Space practises on us.
