Mostly, thoughts about what I’m reading. Occasionally, thoughts about what I’m watching or listening to.
In the world of The Alchemist, following your dreams isn’t just a source of personal meaning—it’s pretty much divine mandate. A self-help book and vague philosophical tract cleverly disguised as a novel, it begins with all the charm of a fairy tale but quickly devolves into platitudes and abstract meditations on what it means to follow your dreams.
META-REVIEW: I finished The Most Human Human back in June and have been struggling to put my thoughts about it into words ever since. (Okay, a lot of the time I was just playing Mario Kart.) When I finished the book, I felt vaguely ambivalent. But I didn’t have a coherent reaction until one of my friends asked me what I thought about it, and then told me to write a review when I failed to adequately explain myself. So for the next three months I undertook a closer inspection of the book, throughout which I cycled between mild annoyance at Christian’s gratingly earnest style and anguished self-questioning, occasionally descending into fits of righteous, impotent rage. Many scrapped drafts later, this essay is the result of my exertions.
So, I graduated about two weeks ago. As schooling is wont to do, UChicago taught me many things: how to churn out A papers during all-nighters, that my alcohol tolerance extends to roughly half a Mike’s Hard, and that I do not understand economics at all.
But most of all, UChicago taught me intellectual humility. Which is just a fancy way of saying that