Decided to go heavy and serious this month.
Wow. The word that describes this book is relentless. Given one basic idea: the world has been brutalized in an unspecified disaster and a man and this son are trying to get from point A to point B, nothing is unexamined. Everything about the book down to the level of punctuation illustrates a haunting, barren landscape full of hidden danger. Word is this is going to be a movie, which is idiotic, because it’s the language of the book that’s so important here.
I love Hofstadter’s magnum opus, Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid, though I admit it took me a couple tries to finally finish it. In this follow-up, he expands on his central idea there, which is figuring out the mystery of identity. When we say “I”, what do we mean? His theory is very intriguing and involves the idea that although he consider our identity to be housed inside our brain, it actually extends further, meshing with the brains of others. Would you be convinced of this by reading his book? I’m not, completely, but it’s a fascinating notion.
I started on my first book of February already but I don’t know if I’m going to finish it. I’m really having a hard time getting into it, which I think is going to upset some folks, including my wife.