My rating: 3 of 5 stars
a fun book, if not particularly deep. that’s ok, sometimes fun is all one needs.
it does bring up an interesting issue, tho: are we all nuts? i mean, is the species just altogether 100% nutbags? seriously. there isn’t a one of us who hasn’t deceived him/herself; who hasn’t gone a tad OCD over something that, later, just clearly doesn’t matter one whit; who hasn’t argued for a point that one doesn’t even hold to be true. not to mention all the other, more damaging lunacy that we as a species commit.
we have a baseline belief that most of us are sane. in varying degrees, perhaps, but fundamentally so. what if that’s not true? what if we are all, in fact, looneytunes?
today i’m pretty sure that Kurt had it right: we are foiled by our own Big Brains. our Big Brains tell us things, and our Big Brains lie.
end of ramble. one last thing about this book: it’s a pity that so much of it is reprinted from the only other Ronson book i’ve read: Lost at Sea. i kept thinking: have i read this before? and yes, i will have read it. but then not the next bit, or the next one, but then: have i read this before?
maybe that’s why i’m so interested in insanity today.