Mention Epithetical Books Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values (Phaedrus #1)
| Title | : | Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values (Phaedrus #1) |
| Author | : | Robert M. Pirsig |
| Book Format | : | Mass Market Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | First Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 540 pages |
| Published | : | April 25th 2006 by HarperTorch (first published April 1974) |
| Categories | : | Fiction |
Robert M. Pirsig
Mass Market Paperback | Pages: 540 pages Rating: 3.77 | 186082 Users | 8159 Reviews
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Maybe it's unfair to give a poor rating to a book I read in high school. However, I like to think that I was wise beyond my years and knew a phony, self-congratulatory, pretentious buffoon when I saw one. On the other hand, I did wear baggy overalls with Birkenstocks every day back then and wondered why I didn’t have a boyfriend, so clearly I didn’t know everything. But as I read through the reviews here, I am confronted by a rush of unpleasant memories about this particular reading experience. The narrator did indeed seem like a dick. And he may have been okay with that, because I got the impression that he’s one of those guys who doesn’t care if he comes off as a dick, because his purpose in life is to Figure It All Out, and disseminate his impressive knowledge to the masses of sheep-like mouth-breathers who wandered into Waldenbooks and picked up a mass-market paperback copy of his masterpiece. Their lives will be changed! The narrator is too busy unraveling the mysteries of the universe to bother with being likable. It’s a sacrifice, but someone has to do it. We should be thanking him! And this is just an aside, but part of me always wonders if there is something wrong with me, or if I’m an elitist or delusional because I’ve never read a “life-changing” book. That’s right: a book has never changed me. I read as a kind of re-affirmation of what I think I already know, somewhere deep down. Or I simply read to experience the pleasure of a good story. I’ve put a book down and thought to myself, “Boy, that was a good book. I’m in such a pleasant/ponderous/gloomy mood now. Well done!” But never have I put down a book and thought, “Before I read this, I was wandering around on this thing we call Earth with the wrong ideas about life/people/religion/mechanical engineering, but now I have been enlightened. From this point forward, my life will be different. I will be a better person.” I don’t know. Maybe I just have a bad attitude, or think that I’m smarter than everyone else. Maybe I’m no better than our friend Mr. Pirsig. If you think that may be the case, I suppose you can just ignore this review completely and read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. But! If you think I’m just like Pirsig, you would want to heed my advice about this book and avoid it, wouldn’t you? Aha! You see, you can’t like us both, otherwise the universe will implode. Or will it? Perhaps it is no more than a conundrum I have devised out of sheer malice and a masturbatory sense of self-importance. Perhaps I am full of shit. You’ll never know for sure. You can’t escape this philosophy-ninja’s intellectual trap. Don’t even try.Particularize Books Conducive To Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values (Phaedrus #1)
| Original Title: | Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance |
| ISBN: | 0060589469 (ISBN13: 9780060589462) |
| Edition Language: | English |
| Series: | Phaedrus #1 |
| Characters: | Phaedrus, Sylvia Sutherland, John Sutherland, Chris |
| Setting: | United States of America |
| Literary Awards: | National Book Award Finalist Nominee for Contemporary Affairs (1975) |
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Ratings: 3.77 From 186082 Users | 8159 ReviewsAssess Epithetical Books Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values (Phaedrus #1)
The place to improve the world is first in one's own heart and head and hands, and then work outward from there.Robert M. Pirsigs brilliant 1974 novel about a father and son motorcycle ride across the west, from Minnesota to California is also a journey for the reader. We examine this fictionalized autobiography in terms of relationships, unreliable narrators, delusions, mental illness, and ultimately about trueness with ones self.The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm lookingI'm convinced this is one of those books that somehow made it onto the high school syllabus and just sort of stuck around, with no one ever examining its right to be there. This then created the unwarranted impression that Pirsig's text is a 'classic' or something approaching significance. I say this with only slight reservation, but I don't think there is any kind of genius, misunderstood or otherwise, to be found in this bloviated acid trip. Pirsig warns in the author's note not to expect an
I feel like Robert M. Pirsig has wronged me personally.
The place to improve the world is first in one's own heart and head and hands, and then work outward from there.Robert M. Pirsigs brilliant 1974 novel about a father and son motorcycle ride across the west, from Minnesota to California is also a journey for the reader. We examine this fictionalized autobiography in terms of relationships, unreliable narrators, delusions, mental illness, and ultimately about trueness with ones self.The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking
This book is one of those books that I want to rate way higher than 3, but I don't think I'd quite give it a 4. I always have this problem with Netflix too! By reading the random reviews posted about this book, many of them are extremely negative, focusing on the "arrogance" of the narrator or his "absurd" search for quality. I think if you go into this 400 page novel with the expectation that it will be a light read about a motorcycle trip out West with a couple philosophical insights, you'll
Maybe it's unfair to give a poor rating to a book I read in high school. However, I like to think that I was wise beyond my years and knew a phony, self-congratulatory, pretentious buffoon when I saw one. On the other hand, I did wear baggy overalls with Birkenstocks every day back then and wondered why I didnt have a boyfriend, so clearly I didnt know everything.But as I read through the reviews here, I am confronted by a rush of unpleasant memories about this particular reading experience. The
I learned from this book that you can sell a billion copies of a book that no one should ever waste three minutes reading. This is just another neo-philosophy book disguised as a novel. I'm almost convinced that the only reason people buy this book is so that their pseudo-intellectual (read: pompous scumbag) friends will accept them into the hippie circle. Although I know about twenty people who claim to have read this book, I have yet to meet a single person who actually knows what it's about.
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