The rhetoric of four thinkers who deployed obscurity and confusion to promulgate their beliefs and criticize their opponents. Things have not changed much in 400 years.
My picks of live albums that are either superior or substantively equal-but-different to their studio counterparts. A rare breed.
Dreyfus’ remarkable book is both a memoir of the fifteen years he spent training as a Ge-luk Tibetan Buddhist monk and a cross-cultural comparison of Buddhist and Western philosophical education.
Sherlock Holmes, Marvel Comics, and Doctor Who: three versions of continuity and their problems. The symbiotic relationship between creators and fans yields a false god.
My most vivid memory of Vidal is him hilariously trashing Henry Miller’s Sexus–but really trashing the man, his work, and his very existence.
Herman Philipse makes very fine tombstones. This particular tombstone is for Martin Heidegger: a very critical exegesis of his philosophy that ends with a damning verdict.
People often forget Mary Garth in George Eliot’s Middlemarch. She is the third heroine of the book, not as idealistic as Dorothea and not as shallow as Rosamond, but wittier and probably smarter than both. Much of the critical work on Middlemarch barely mentions her.