To describe the book, I’d apply the author’s own words, which he used for Manhattan – ‘you wanted to approach it for the rest of your life without ever quite arriving.’ Through a flashback triggered by a photograph, we see the journey of a woman, the society she was part of, and the different shades of Manhattan. A vivid, glorious, and poignant ride.
Mimetic desire, compounded by algorithms, are increasingly determining what we desire, without us having any idea it’s happening. This is how I am making my own ‘red pill’.
The book doesn’t answer the question – the authors make that obvious right at the start. But what it does offer is framing and perspectives, delivered with interesting anecdotes. An engaging read, though having been written in 2012, it doesn’t factor in the implications of social media.
It’s April 24th. Later in the day is my favourite part of the week – the Sunday evening ritual with D. Balcony, drink, sunset, and mood music. Sometimes we fill it with conversation, and sometimes we’re just content in each other’s presence. Today is extra special because it’s our anniversary – 19th. It was a […]
The untimely demise of Warne triggered a few thoughts about ‘elderhood’ and the time left. In addition to my own reflections, I have included a small excerpt from Amor Towles’ The Lincoln Highway that describes it wonderfully.