Ishmael

Good heavens, this book is making me upset. It’s so damned presumptuous and arrogant. Daniel Quinn (could that be a pseudo name for Dan Brown, I wonder?) has laid no groundwork or foundation for his audacious claims (that the journey of the book is going to completely change the way that I look at life around me? That he’ll enlighten me to the stories being whispered in my ear by mother culture? And he’ll do so by his heavy-handed and clumsy metaphor, examples from the least understood and most overused event in human history, and he’ll do it all by emulating Plato’s style in hopes that we’ll regard him as a wise teacher?!) and, although I’m sure he’s going to try back track a little and explain himself, he’s fighting up hill. This is not well written, nor is it in any way demonstrative of any sort of higher insight, intellect, wisdom or understanding. Impress me with your acumen and vision, Mr. Brown, then I’ll revere you. But merely boldly demand my reverence, and I’ll decry you will every shred of my reach and will.