Review: Small Gods

Small Gods (Discworld, #13)Small Gods by Terry Pratchett

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

A quick note before the review: my friend Garret got this book for me as a gift for my last nameday, and he was also the guy who first introduced me to Terry Pratchett years ago, so here’s a double “thank you” for him.

Now, the review.

I definitely should be paying more attention to Terry Pratchett. All four books of his I’ve read I have greatly enjoyed, and this one not only had as much Pratchettesque humour as I could ask for, it had a very serious and significant message to share as well. That’s probably the reason why my mentor here in Bulgaria, Boris, who I yesterday learned has read ALL of the books in the series, some of them twice, called it “one of the heavier books” set in the Discworld universe. It’s an opinion which I understand but can’t completely agree with. To clarify: it’s not that it wasn’t heavy compared to the other Discworld novels I’ve read, but to me this contrast just made the whole thing tastier. What can I say, I suppose that, myself being a man of contrasts, it feels more… balanced? Natural? Complete in a paradoxical way that makes perfect sense?

It just feels right.

So, what’s next? I will continue to crawl my way through the series like a turtle, of course, but now, with renewed motivation from Boris, maybe I can do it with less of Om’s slugishness and more of The Great A’Tuin’s grace(?).

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Review: Games People Play

Games People Play: The Psychology of Human RelationshipsGames People Play: The Psychology of Human Relationships by Eric Berne

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Games are serious business. Opposite to what we usually identify as characteristics of games, fun and a specific goal aren’t them: the main prerequisite for their existence is a framework of rules. These rules can govern such games such as top league football, gambling or war. They can also be found as transactions following specific unspoken rules that hold a specific purpose for all parties involved played in human relationships. These are the games Games People Play is about.

I enjoyed this book. Parts of it were more geared towards therapists and psychologists rather than laypeople with an interest in “the psychology of human relationships”, such as myself. Still, Eric Berne was obviously breaking new ground with his Transactional Analysis, and even if the book is a little rough around the edges and psychology has advanced a lot since the early ’60s, Games People Play is a good starting point for those who are willing to look more deeply into this part of the field. I wonder what new games and further insight on games and transaction analysis has emerged since the writing of the book!

I would give this half a star more just for its third part, “Beyond Games”, where Eric Berne moves on to what people need in order to grow out of games and attain autonomy: awareness (where I even recognised parts mentioned by Anthony de Mello in Awareness), spontaneity and intimacy. His short descriptions for each were, as was already mentioned, quite quotable, but transcribing several pages here would have made it even less likely that this review might be read by anyone. His concluding remarks, however (“After Games, What?”)… Sorry, I couldn’t help myself!

 

The sombre picture presented in Parts I and II of this book, in which human life is mainly a process of filling in time until the arrival of death, or Santa Claus, with very little choice, if any of what kind of business one is going to transact during the long wait, is a commonplace but not the final answer. For certain fortunate people there is something which transcends all classifications of behaviour, and that is awareness; something which rises above the programming of the past, and that is spontaneity; and something that is more rewarding than games, and that is intimacy. But all three of these may be frightening and even perilous to the unprepared. Perhaps they are better off as they are, seeking their solutions in popular techniques of social action, such as “togetherness”. This may mean that there is no hope for the human race, but there is hope for individual members of it.

Epic final sentence is epic?

As a sidenote: I first came in contact with transactional analysis a few years back through these two excellent introductory videos [1][2] by TheraminTrees and have since wished to know more about this fascinating field. These videos summarise very well the content of this book, so if you’re interested, you can watch them, and if you want more, you can follow them up with this very book.

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Review: The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test

The Electric Kool-Aid Acid TestThe Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe

My rating: 2 of 5 stars

You ask me what I think. Think. Neurons flashing up, millions, billions, zeros, on an array of pixels my primitive mind is not fully equipped to understand. The bright lights! “Yes! Follow them”, and they did just that, his super-ergo, his ego, the animus, the shadow self and all of the other assorted invisible, conscious, subconscious, unconscious and extended entities, tied together by the zeitgeist of the universal… Now. Nobody was better fit to understand it but him -or is that them– in that room, with that assortment of pages and memories and experiences and images, in that city that they in the South – but it wasn’t just the South – had no idea about, but who does really? And the assortment of pages, which we borrowed from the city library in Sofia, that city known for the cold but living the heat, “great day today, record highs!“- it took some time, some bits of now, of one-ness and possibilities and pages and memories and experiences and all of that, to decode and understand. But how much of it stuck? Does it even matter? And it’s not like I haven’t dipped my toes in this stuff, mind you. Beginning to understand and creating the dots on the screen this 01010010010100010 111011101010101010 in vast, immense, unfathomable bzzzzzzzz, only harnessed by the computer, the ultimate being, the judge, the jury, the executioner, the Wikileaks activist, the troll and the Spyder – it’s a superbeing unleashed by the lowly beings, that’s it. The Computer -it has to be with a capital C now, don’t you see?- will take my decoded neural flashes and make them into this text that, if people watch carefully, will see that it’s not more than it is. Which part exactly? Hah! So many interesting questions. Tell me more about how much you want to learn about the world.


This was my subjective experience of reading The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test and beginning to write a review for it. What? You didn’t get it? Tsk. First of all: I didn’t ask you for your opinion, and much less did I write it to suit your needs; what part of “self-expression” do you find so difficult to understand? Figures: you’re one of those square types that can’t appreciate a description of an indescribable experience for what it is, aren’t you? For chrissakes, why do you have to push meaning into everything? Look how much good your meaning has done us!

OK, enough with this. Because I do value meaning, I’ll stop here. I hope, however, that this was enough for you to get the picture. You see, Tom Wolfe did something remarkable, though quite representative of his time (that’s 1968 we’re talking about here): he tried to document and tell a story without caring too much about whether the readers would understand it or whether it would make sense at all, but insisting on a specific style to prove a point. The magic of what really happened, which we’ll get to in a second, apparently gave him the impression that having his story mirror what its main actors must have experienced while actually living it, would make for a breath-taking read…

…no-no-no. Let’s put it this way. Suppose the people you wanted to document the life of, their life as seen through their eyes, were tripping on LSD for most of the duration. Bad idea, right? Well, let’s just say that this is the book that had to be written for people to learn why it’s not a good idea.

Actually, the story itself that The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test sets out to tell is super-interesting: it’s the documentation of the events that made LSD hit the mainstream, the story of the Merry Pranksters, the absolutely bonkers mix of gang, pilgrims, troupe, nomad tribe and religion led by Ken Kesey and how they took over the US underground in the ’60s. Obnoxious and inspiring in equal measure -okay, maybe slightly more obnoxious- they travelled all over the US in that painted old school bus that turned magic and ended up becoming a symbol of their later activity, the Acid Test parties, underground events that in their own right founded a big part of what we understand today as the recreational drug, clubbing and hippie scenes.

Reading about Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters and the crazy things they did filled me with wonder and amazement: so that’s what happened; that’s what living in those times and following this ground-breaking movement must have felt like, being an acid-head cyberpunk 20 year before anyone had even thought of the word. They thought then, whenever they weren’t “zonked out” of their brains, that they would change the world, only they didn’t, and maybe you can understand why -and where things might have gone different- by reading this story.

It’s not Tom Wolfe’s “subjective” style that gives this effect, though. Reading something that felt like it was written while everyone involved was tripping did not make me have a clearer picture of what really took place. On the contrary: the segments of the book more akin to real journalism, the parts where Wolfe decided he could give us readers a break, were the most interesting by far for me to read. However, I can see what he was trying to do: using this kind of language he only wanted to convey the indescribable that is the altered state, the psychedelic experience. Back then it must have felt like a revolution to put it in this way, the culmination of a million different things guiding your hand and voicing the feelings and memories of an entire generation (it says so in the description of the book anyway: “They say if you remember the ’60s, you weren’t there.”) But now, one or two generations later, it all comes across as rather bad writing. He might as well have invented a new language to try to describe the inexplicable, the “you must live it!” factor. Maybe the new language would have been easier to read through, even.

This is a significant book documenting important and interesting events that distill the countercultural mythology, don’t get me wrong. If you’d like to get a feeling of the psychedelic indescribable by reading it, though, maybe it would be a better idea to watch a recently released cut of The Movie known as Magic Trip – the 16mm film Ken Kesey and the rest of the Merry Pranksters shot during their journeys with Further. I know I will.

Book borrowed from the American Corner of Sofia City Library

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Review: Tricks of the Mind

Tricks Of The MindTricks Of The Mind by Derren Brown

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

In this book, Derren Brown, famous British “illusionist, mentalist, trickster, hypnotist, painter, writer, and sceptic”, sets out to reveal the secrets of his work and actually tell people “I have no real powers, and I hope this settles it!”. We get to see all of the above sides of his: amazing breakdowns of his work and shows and spectacular analyses of what parts of human psychology and neurology he manipulates and why. Most of all, however, we see his sceptical side.

Derren Brown dedicates the majority of his book and prose on an excellent and thorough debunking of things like parapsychology, homeopathy and alternate medicine. He goes through them with an aura of “I would like these things to exist but they cannot, and here’s why”. The idea is that they’re all a mix of delusions, confirmation bias, psychological tricks and many other “flaws” of the human psyche he actually explains are the reason he can trick people.

Now, my personal opinion still is that the scientific method is far from perfect and that a lot of what we see that works in these fields but shouldn’t, based on what we can know and understand about the world, is not necessarily less real than what can be proven; conversely, the scientific dogma is trying to concvince us that if it can’t be proven, it shouldn’t work. However, anecdotal evidence from countless sources (which Mr. Brown rejects based on the fact that they cannot be integrated into a greater theory, but how could they ever be?) tells us a different story.

Repeatabiliy, correlations between cause and effect and the need for evidence are concepts inseparable from the scientific method, but the scientific method is only one way of looking at things. You might say it is the one that works more reliably, but that doesn’t mean that it always works or even that reliability should be our end-all-be-all criterion when creating our world theories. For example, how does reliability and repeatability fit in with the double slit experiment? Or how about the decline effect (excellent article by the New Yorker), which questions the whole idea that once something is proven, it should be able to be repeatedly proven anew? What if it fails to? Is it a problem of the experiment or an incompatibility of the nature of things with the idea that, given the same known and unknown conditions, A should always lead to B? Maybe Douglas Adams had it right all along:

“There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.
There is another theory which states that this has already happened.”

In short: if Derren Brown is an open-minded sceptic, I choose to be the unorthodox researcher, the explorer of the fringes, the one who looks for the truth that slips between the seams, what gets misunderstood by the scientists of its time, ridiculed, rejected by the dominant paradigm, including the rhetoric of this book of course. “I have the rational intelligence to be a scientist, but it’s not in my personality to fill in cracks in established mental models. I seek anomalies that open cracks.” ~Ran Prieur (there’s more from him coming up)

I believe that the author’s bias towards positivism is a resulf of him, as discussed in the book, being religious at a young age and at some point changing sides completely. Since then he seems to have kept insisting that the paranormal or parapsychology must have the same psychological root as religious belief. This is a bias which can also be seen in the studies he chooses to cite to prove his points, as well as the books he recommends at the end of the book for further reading; most of them are, predictably, reinforcing what he already talked about in the book – more scepticism in line with The God Delusion (which I’m curious to read). Is he making the same mistake of maintaining reverse cognitive and confirmation biases, the very same thing he set out to point out to us that everyone is doing?

All that said, even if I disagree with his scope and can see the limitations of his argument (which could be a cognitive bias of my own, mind you), I did enjoy his argumentation and have to commend his style. He didn’t insult people who fall into the cognitive mistakes he outlines and who believe in these irrational behaviours he has taken advantage of to become who he is now; he didn’t try to hold the scepticist view just to prove a point or win the argument, as too many people to count are used to doing, themselves becoming the very zealots they swore to destroy; he was gentle and careful with his explanations and approached the topics with an genuinely, not just a supposedly, open mind; his whole style gave off the impression that he is actually interested in the truth, that he has the real spirit of a researcher and isn’t just the pretention of one. If we disagree in scope and -naturally- look at things from different perspectives… So be it. All I know is that I gained something from his healthy scepticism and his book is now serving as a platform for further investigation of mine in all directions.

An excellent example: from the books section of Ran Prieur’s website:

Charles Fort was the first paranormal investigator, and he’s my favorite natural philosopher. He spent 27 years in libraries collecting notices of physical phenomena unexplainable by science, and put them together into four books in the 1920’s. You don’t have to be into weird stuff to appreciate his style of thinking: that all our attempts to make sense of the world only seem true by excluding stuff at the edges that doesn’t fit, and we can keep updating and revolutionizing our models to fit new observations, but there is no end to this process. This should not make us feel troubled, but awe-struck and amused. The Book of the Damned is Fort’s first and best book, and his one-volume Complete Books are still in print. Here’s another source of Fort online.

[…]

I’ve been into paranormal and new age writing for most of my life. My advice is not to exclude it completely or your mind will become cramped and inflexible. It’s safe to dip your toes into it, but if you go into it deeply, you have to commit to going all the way through. Because you’ll reach a point where your mind cracks open and you’ll think you suddenly Know the Truth, and you’ll be tempted to stop and set up camp. You must not stop, but keep looking at different perspectives. Then you’ll think, wait, now this is the Truth, and now this… Hold on here! It’s looking like reality itself is so packed and multifaceted that it’s easy to make any nutty system of thought seem like the Truth — including the dominant paradigm itself. Now you’re getting it!

The smartest and most thorough book on the “paranormal” is The Trickster and the Paranormal by George P. Hansen. Even though his writing style is aggressively clear, it’s still hard to read because the ideas are so difficult. He covers anthropology, literary theory, shamanism, stage magic, UFO hoaxes, psychic research, and more, and the general idea is that it’s the very nature of these phenomena to only exist on the fringes. How can this work? The answer is simple but sounds so crazy that even Hansen only hints at it. Another big idea is that real unexplained phenomena and hoaxes are not opposites, but blend together.

I love the books of Fortean paranormal researcher John Keel. They’re all great, but my two favories are The Mothman Prophecies and The Complete Guide to Mysterious Beings. Like Keel, I think UFO’s are an occult phenomenon (which means something very hard to explain), and an even smarter author who thinks like this is Jacques Vallee, whose most important book is Passport to Magonia.

A great source for all kinds of fringe books is Adventures Unlimited.

Some books that try to merge woo-woo stuff with hard science: The Holographic Universe by Michael Talbot, The Field by Lynne McTaggart, and The Self-Aware Universe by Amit Goswami. And for a critique of the untested assumptions that underlie science as we know it, check out The End of Materialism by Charles Tart or The Science Delusion by Rupert Sheldrake.

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So when Wilhelm Reich developed physical tools to work with the esoteric energy he called “orgone”, or when Royal Rife cured serious diseases with precise frequency generators, or when Louis Kervran found biological creatures transmuting chemical elements (his book is Biological Transmutations), or for that matter, when ordinary people experience UFO abductions or miraculous healings, these are not hoaxes or delusions. They are honest and accurate observations that fail to be integrated into consensus reality… so far!

*deep breath* Okay. I’ve written this much already and I haven’t even mentioned any of the more practical things covered. Mr. Brown included tricks for improving one’s memory and memorising things (like the incredible Method of Loci), techniques for spotting lies and deception, and others shared with the foundation of NLP for disconnecting with bad memories and reinforcing positive visualisations. You can even find the fundamentals of hypnosis in there, but it’s a topic which, to be honest, he muddled through, unable to tell us precisely or convincingly what it is but very keen on telling us what it isn’t. Now all I’m left with is “what’s hypnosis finally?”

Yes. This review is too long. If you skipped to the end, let me tell you that this book is worth it. It will make you think and it will make you look into real techniques that are both impressive and useful, if only you can just sit down and practice them (which it’s doubtful I will, not because of lack of interest but because of lack of dedication – for now).

To think I haven’t even watched his shows…

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Review: Dolphin Music

Dolphin Music (Cambridge English Readers Level 5)Dolphin Music by Antoinette Moses

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

“The year is 2051. CONTROL, the government of Europe, keeps everyone happy in a virtual reality. This is a world where it is too hot to go out, and where wonderful music made by dolphins gives everyone pleasure. It’s a world which is changed forever when music critic Saul Grant discovers what makes dolphins sing and sets out to free them.”

Wouldn’t this back-cover tidbit catch your attention immediately if you stumbled upon it while browsing through used books? I know it caught mine. It was in the open-air book market in front of Sofia City Library, where I’m doing my EVS. If anything with either 1) dolphins, 2) the Web or 3) dystopian sci-fi is easy enough to pique my interest on its own, imagine my face seeing them combined.

The book itself is only 96 pages long and, regardless of the simple language because the book was written specifically for EFL students of around FCE level, I found it to be quite enjoyable and engaging; not pretentious yet interesting; simplified in language but not messages, and quite relevant ones, too.

To tell you the truth, I find telling a story in the easiest words possible quite charming. Something in the style just makes my heart softer, like ice cream with warm cookies. It’s like watching children’s cartoons and being able to appreciate the simple beauty of it just because you’re an adult. If a universal truth were spoken, I’m sure it would be closer to such language than to the kind reserved for high philosophy. They say that life is complicated; that’s true, but it’s also fantastically simple.

For what it is, Dolphin Music is really good. I started off by giving this book three stars but writing about it made me happier. I can’t see what should stop me from giving it four.

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Review: Η κομψότητα του σκαντζόχοιρου

Η κομψότητα του σκαντζόχοιρουΗ κομψότητα του σκαντζόχοιρου by Muriel Barbery

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Aν και μου άρεσε γενικά πολύ, περίμενα να αγαπήσω τον Σκαντζόχοιρο περισσότερο απ’όσο συνέβη, μάλλον από τα λόγια της Δάφνης. Κατ’αρχάς, η Παλομά και η Ρενέ δεν φέρονται σαν πραγματικοί άνθρωποι αλλά είναι εκεί για να προβάλλουν τις απόψεις της συγγραφέως για τους πλούσιους και ρηχούς ανθρώπους που φαίνεται πως έχει γνωρίσει πολύ στην ζωή της χωμένη στους φιλοσοφικούς κύκλους της Γαλλίας. Το ότι η κα. Barbery είναι καθηγήτρια φιλοσοφίας φαίνεται πολύ σε μερικούς -ακαταλαβίστικους από μένα- μονολόγους, ειδικά απ’τη Ρενέ, η οποία αναλύει το τί σημαίνει ένας πίνακας του Ολλανδικού χρυσού αιώνα ή οι σημύδες στην Άννα Καρένινα πολύ περισσότερο όπως θα το έκανε μια καθηγήτρια φιλοσοφίας και πολύ λιγότερο μια καλλιεργημένη θυρωρός.

Aν εξαιρέσουμε αυτά τα κομμάτια που πάντα με κάνουν και νιώθω χαζός, ίσως επειδή δεν μου αρέσει η κλασική τέχνη όπως αρέσει στη Ρενέ (γενικότερα απολάμβανα περισσότερο τις σκέψεις της Παλομά, βέβαια το πώς ένα 12χρονο μπορεί να είναι τόσο μπροστά είναι μια άλλη ιστορία), το βιβλίο είναι πλούσιο με αιχμηρά και ταυτόχρονα εύθυμα αποσπάσματα που αξίζουν το χρωματιστό μολύβι που θα υπογραμμίσει τη σελίδα ή την παράγραφο, όπως το εξής κορυφαίο και αγαπημένο μου, ήδη από τότε που είδα την ταινία που βασίστηκε στο βιβλίο (η οποία πολύ μου άρεσε και μάλλον περισσότερο απ’το ίδιο το βιβλίο):

(για τις διαφορές γκο και σκακιού)

…δεν είναι το γιαπωνέζικο σκάκι. Πέραν του ότι είναι παιχνίδι, που παίζετα σε τετράγωνη βάση και οι δύο αντίπαλοι έχουν μαύρα και λευκά πιόνια, διαφέρει από το σκάκι όσο ο σκύλος από τη γάτα. Στο σκάκι πρέπει να σκοτώσεις για να κερδίσεις. Στο γκο πρέπει να δημιουργήσεις για να επιβιώσεις.

Μάλλον η ταινία μου άρεσε περισσότερο τελικά γιατί αυτά τα κουραστικά φιλοσοφικά λογύδρια έπρεπε να κοπούν ή κάπως να σουλουπωθούν. Επίσης, γιατί λόγω του οπτικού μέσου υπήρχε μεγαλύτερη άνεση για να βγει το χιουμοριστικό και καλλιτεχνικό της ιστορίας και της διάδρασης χαρακτήρων, ακόμα και μεταξύ των υπόλοιπων ένοικων της πολυκατοικίας, οι οποίοι στο βιβλίο είναι απλά ονόματα αλλά στην ταινία έχουν σάρκα και οστά.

Τέλος, παίζει πολλή ιαπωνοφιλία εδώ πέρα, στα όρια ή και στην υπερβολή του κλισέ, αλλά γουστάρουμε οπότε στα τέτοια μας!

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Review: The Art of Dreaming

The Art Of DreamingThe Art Of Dreaming by Carlos Castaneda

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Carlos Castaneda is certainly considered required reading for any person even slightly interested in the occult, ancient practices, magic, dreams, altered states of existence or completely different planes thereof. This one was the first book by him I finished, if you exclude The Teachings of Don Juan which I began reading in Spanish but never finished because my Spanish just isn’t as good as I’d like it to be yet.

Contrary to other of his works, this one he wrote many years after the events he describes therein had come to pass: apparently they had been buried into his subconscious because of the altered state, the second attention, he had (mostly) been in at the time. Only almost 20 years after his apprenticeship into understanding and navigating the world of dreams by Don Juan was he able to bring what he learned to the forefront of his consciousness and then put it on paper.

I liked The Art of Dreaming, especially the first half. I read that when I was in the coach from Athens to Sofia and it helped make the journey much more dreamy; it made me feel that it was a passage in more ways than one: in the physical sense -travelling from one point of the Balkans to another- but also in this transcendental sense, this thing you get when you learn about the details of a profound truth. I came into The Art of Dreaming expecting something practical -Castaneda’s “Lucid Dreaming for Dummies” handbook- especially after learning that it was he who popularised the technique of looking at your hands as a reality check, something I picked up and have used successfully numerous times. The beginning of the book was entirely like that: it was him learning about the different methods of dreaming consciously and going through the “gates of dreaming”, as well as finding out about the complicated intricacies of the assemblage point and its manipulation. That link is a good summary of the book’s most interesting “academic” part.

But, like Castaneda himself in the book, or at least the person Castaneda wrote himself to be, I too need my objectivity, for that’s the way I was taught to perceive the world, as Don Juan would have said. Therefore, as the book became weirder and weirder and Castaneda strayed farther and farther away from what my dream reality -even in my most successful endeavours in lucidity- has looked like and started going into the dimension of inorganic beings, alien energy scouts and the like, I started losing my point of reference and ultimately my interest. By the end of the book his narrative had become so convoluted that I couldn’t figure out any part of what was happening – perhaps an apt representation of Castaneda’s own recollection of his strange experiences.

What however made things more interesting for me was this article I came across shortly before finishing the book which uncovers Castaneda as a complete fraud. Apparently after the success of his first few books, which, it is implied, were also figments of his imagination, Castaneda became a sort of cult-leader figure; when he was exposed he disappeared from public view by secluding himself in a villa together with three of his female companion sorcerers. The story is complicated in many levels; I can only say that the narrative of his books and what happened in real life is difficult to tell apart. In fact I’m sure that even if Castaneda proved to be okay after all (a possibility we still can’t discount since, from where I’m standing, the revelation of the hoax can be a hoax as much as the supposed hoax itself) the automatic reaction from a scientific and rationalist status quo seeking to disprove just to confirm its dominance would have been no different.

At this point several possibilities and parallel narratives have arisen: the story of the book itself; the real events which inspired Castaneda if we are to accept that his books are only adaptations of what really transpired; the reality of his life undescribed in the books – what we would see in a Castaneda behind-the-scenes; and the dirt that has come out that Castaneda was a complete hoax, which is 100% in line with “skeptic” views. All these interpretations exist simultaneously in a sort of entangled limbo: any one of them could be true and the fact wouldn’t negate the veracity of the other versions – they could all be true simultaneously. Additionally, on a meta level each one of these stories has something different to tell: about the human willingness to believe and the power of belief itself, about the unfathomability of the universe, about the dogmatism of contemporary intellect, about how powerful your fictional story can be to be able to ultimately convince even yourself that it’s the truth – especially if millions of others already believe it to be so.

In another interpretation, you could see how these are all just different layers of meaning, just like Don Juan described reality as an onion consisting of layers of universes. The hoax coexists with the book’s story and it’s only a matter of intent, a matter of the position of your assemblage point what it is that you’ll end up keeping from the whole affair.

Even if Castaneda hallucinated everything he ever wrote about, this book has made me think in ways I’m sure were not intentional but have arisen anyway as part of the complexity of being a thinking but chiefly intuitive feeling person alive in 2014. If this book is a valuable collection of techniques that -as far as I can tell- really work and a story of them being put to use, where does the fiction begin?

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Review: Lord of the Flies

Lord of the FliesLord of the Flies by William Golding

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Listened to this in audiobook format read by the superb Martin Jarvis. I kind of regretted it because the book is rich with detailed descriptions a lot of which I missed because I’d sometimes get distracted while listening. Maybe I’m not accustomed to audiobooks with more difficult language, or perhaps it’s just that I need to train my concentration skills.

All that said, I liked the book but, you know, not that much. I wonder whether its message is absolutely pro-civilization; if it’s really saying what it seems to be saying, that if you remove civilized society from humanity, all that’s left is savagery. I don’t like this take and would like to have more knowledge of anthropology to back my feelings with research that humans are better than that.

Then again, there’s this… Rather, I hold true that neither the “noble savage” nor the “civilization über alles!” tropes are absolute truths and that a whole lot of varying parameters will influence whether a community will destroy itself or flourish to form a different culture.

As a final note, I think reading this properly could get it to 3.5 stars. Its subtle, sometimes tender descriptions sat well with me.

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First World Άγχος

Τις τελευταίες μέρες απλά δεν μπορώ να ησυχάσω. Eίμαι συνεχώς στην τσίτα, λες και κάτι μέσα μου είναι ανεκπλήρωτο. Αν θέλω να είμαι πραγματικά ειλικρινής με τον εαυτό μου, κατα βάθος τα πράγματα είναι έτσι εδώ και χρόνια. Ελπίζω ότι γράφοντας τα παρακάτω θα με μπορέσω να ξεφύγω για λίγο από την τρέλα μου και θα δω τα πράγματα αλλιώς.

Στις 7 Ιανουαρίου φεύγω για τη Βουλγαρία, όπου θα μείνω για 9 μήνες για να κάνω το EVS μου στην κεντρική βιβλιοθήκη της Σόφιας. Είμαι ενθουσιασμένος για τις πολύτιμες νέες εμπειρίες και την αλλαγή στην καθημερινότητα που θα μου προσφέρει αυτή η ευκαιρία – μετά από 2 χρόνια στην Αθήνα, ήταν νομίζω καιρός! – όμως η απόσταση μου απ’την Δάφνη βαραίνει την καρδιά και βρωμίζει τον ενθουσιασμό. Θα είναι μια καινούργια περιπέτεια, με νέες συγκινήσεις, θέλω να σκέφτομαι. Όμως αυτός ο χρονικός περιορισμός δημιουργεί μια ασφυκτική πίεση.

Συνεχώς πρέπει να γεμίζω τον χρόνο μου με κάτι για να νιώθω ότι έχω αξιοποιήσει τη μέρα μου όσο το δυνατόν «καλύτερα». Έχω σετάρει το HabitRPG μου (το οποίο τώρα είναι στο tavern εδώ και 3 μέρες), γράφω ένα-δυο morning pages (τις περισσότερες μέρες τουλάχιστον),  προσπαθώ να κάνω πράγματα τα οποία θα με κρατήσουν μακριά από τον υπολογιστή, πιο κοντά σε φίλους και αγαπημένους ανθρώπους και τον δικό μου δημιουργικό εαυτό. Ξανά και ξανά όμως αποτυγχάνω. Αγοράζω κάθε μέρα παιχνίδια στα Steam Sales και όσο περισσότερο χαζεύω τις προσφορές, τόσο λιγότερο παίζω. Έχω βάλει στο reddit όριο αλλά χαζεύω άλλα sites. Όταν με καλούν φίλοι για να βγούμε, γκρινιάζω γιατί θέλω χρόνο μόνος μου – και συχνά, όταν τον έχω, δεν τον κάνω αυτό που ήθελα να τον κάνω αρχικά.

Νιώθω τόσο πνιγμένος από το πόσο μικρές είναι οι μέρες και το πόσα θέλω να κάνω, πόσα πράγματα πρέπει να αφαιρέσω από το νοητό checklist – γιατί το να έχεις ένα πραγματικό είναι “πιεστικό” – που όλο αυτό μου έχει δημιουργήσει άγχος, stress, την αγωνία να είμαι πάντα ο καλύτερος που μπορώ να είμαι… Κι έτσι, το να κάτσω και όντως να απολαύσω ένα βιβλίο, μια ταινία, ένα game, μουσική, μια βόλτα,  ένα δοκιμάσω κάτι νέο ή άλλα πράγματα τα οποία με γεμίζουν κανονικά όταν είμαι μόνος, γίνεται πια μια διαρκής απορία: χρησιμοποιώ τον χρόνο μου με τον καλύτερο δυνατό τρόπο;

Άλλα τρία βιβλία για το Goodreads Challenge 2013, για να φτάσω τα 45 βιβλία – ξεχνάω ότι δεν είναι παρα ένας αριθμός. Tουλάχιστον 3 παιχνίδια που θέλω να τερματίσω πριν φύγω – γιατί μετά ποιος ξέρει αν και πότε θα μπορώ να παίξω στο λάπτοπ; 305 διαφορετικά πράγματα που είναι «στην λίστα μας» με τη Δάφνη, από βόλτες με άγνωστα λεωφορεία με τις φιλμάτες μας μηχανές μέχρι ταινίες που θέλουμε να δούμε, Breaking Bad, fondue ή στέκια που έχουμε πει εδώ και μήνες να επισκεφθούμε μαζί για το Spotted by Locals, τώρα που υπάρχει λίγος χρόνος ακόμα… Ο οποίος πιέζει όλο και πιο ασφυκτικά, και όσο πιο ασφυκτικά πιέζει, τόσο γκρινιάζεις ότι δεν μπορείς να αναπνεύσεις και στην πραγματικότητα δεν κάνεις, δεν αναπνέεις, δεν αφήνεσαι!

Δεν είμαι έτσι κανονικά. Δεν πιστεύω στα γεμάτα ημερολόγια και στις ατζέντες, στον αυστηρά κατανεμημένο χρόνο για μάξιμουμ αποδοτικότητα, στο παραγέμισμα κάθε λεπτού της ημέρας για να μην πάει ούτε μια στιγμή χαμένη στη μαύρη τρύπα της απραγίας! Είναι ένα σκοτεινό μονοπάτι που εύκολα οδηγεί στην τρέλα, όπως πολλοί πολιτισμοί της Δυτικής και Βόρειας Ευρώπης κι όχι μόνο, που λειτουργούν υπο ένα τέτοιο καθεστώς, μπορούν να μας δείξουν. Θυμάμαι τη Μόμο και τους γκρίζους άντρες, μερικές φορές, όταν κάνω αυτές τις σκέψεις, και νιώθω ακόμα περισσότερες τύψεις που έχω πέσει σε αυτή την παγίδα.

Kανονικά πιστεύω στην τεμπελιά, στην ανεμελιά, στο πρόγραμμα το οποίο φτιάχνεται μόνο του και προσαρμόζεται στις συνθήκες και στο πώς έρχονται τα πράγματα. Γενικά πιστεύω στη ροή, στο ρεύμα (the flow), το οποίο με κάνει ακόμα πιο αγχωμένο τώρα: τι έχει την καθημερινότητα και τις ανάγκες μου αφύσικες; Πρέπει να είσαι ένας άκαμπτος άνθρωπος για να μπορείς να ακολουθήσεις ένα αυστηρό πρόγραμμα, και δεν θέλω να είμαι αυτός ο άνθρωπος, παρα τα όποια οφέλη, τα οποία αν με ρωτούσατε τώρα ποια είναι δεν θα μπορούσα να κατονομάσω.

Ξέρω όμως από πού προέρχεται αυτή η βιάση, αυτή η αδυναμία χαλάρωσης, αυτή η απόγνωση του «ΠΟΤΕ ΘΑ ΤΑ ΚΑΝΩ ΟΛΑ ΑΥΤΑ;;;» Είναι φυσικά το Ιnternet.

Πόσο συχνά ακούτε τα τραγούδια που ποστάρουν οι άλλοι στο facebook; Εγώ σχεδόν ποτέ, εκτός κι αν πρόκειται για ένα τραγούδι από κάποιον που ξέρω ότι έχει γούστο παρόμοιο με το δικό μου και επιπλέον δεν ακούω κάτι εκείνη τη στιγμή. Πόσο συχνά σας προτείνουν φίλοι media προς κατανάλωση – ταινίες, βιβλία, παιχνίδια, μουσική, σειρές… όλα αυτά τα οποία μας διασκεδάζουν, μας κάνουν να σκεφτούμε αλλά και δεν μας αφήνουν να σκεφτούμε ή να δημιουργήσουμε – και πόσο συχνά βλέπετε προτάσεις μέσα από το web; Με το Internet, ξαφνικά όλοι, είτε βρίσκονται στον άμεσο κύκλο σας, είτε στον ευρύτερο, είτε συνδέονται μαζί σας μέσω της κοινότητας στην οποία ανήκετε (δεν έχει σημασία αν είναι το φετιχιστικό σάιτ με φυστικοβουτυροφιλία ή κάτι όσο αθώο όσο το tumblr ή το deviantart), όλοι μπορούν να σας επηρεάσουν με το άρθρο τους, τα ποστ τους, τις κριτικές για τα αγαπημένα τους βιβλία.

Αν κάτι υπάρχει, υπάρχει στο νετ, κι αν κάτι υπάρχει στο νετ, ανάλογα τα σάιτ που μπαίνω, μου δίνεται φάτσα κάρτα στο πιάτο, στη μούρη, όλη μέρα, κάθε μέρα. Ξαφνικά πρέπει να διαβάσω όλα τα βιβλία που αρέσουν σε όλους, πρέπει να πάω στα μέρη που προτείνουν όλοι… Υπάρχει τέτοιος πλουραλισμός που ξεχνάμε, κι εγώ πρώτος απ’όλους, οτί απλά δεν γίνεται να τα κάνεις όλα. Είχα αναρτήσει κι ένα άρθρο εδώ σχετικά με αυτό ακριβώς, και με βοήθησε να το ξεθάψω: The Sad, Beautiful Fact That We’re Going To Miss Almost Everything.

Ψάχνοντας στο reddit (ναι ναι, ούτε καν στο ποστίο μου δεν μπορώ να συγκεντρωθώ, εννοούνται αυτά!) για θέματα σχετικά με το παραπάνω άρθρο, έπεσε η ματιά μου σε αυτό το πολύ καλό το οποίο περιγράφει αρκετά καλά την περίπτωση μου, γιατί το περισσότερο άγχος μου για κάποιο λόγο δημιουργείται κυρίως από τα games. Ο τύπος ανέλυσε το γιατί μια χαρά (ειδικά αν λάβετε υπ’όψη σας και το τι διάολος είναι το Steam): Steam Library Fatigue

Πριν λίγες μέρες είχα ξυπνήσει με πολλά πράγματα στο κεφάλι μου. Είχα να κάνω το Skype Call με το Εμείς κι ο Κόσμος για τη Σόφια, δεν είχα προλάβει να γράψω τα morning pages μου και για άλλο ένα βράδυ έπρεπε να βγω (νομίζω ότι μέρος αυτού του άγχους είναι ότι έχω περάσει το πολύ ένα-δυο βράδια μόνος, ή έστω στο σπίτι, τις τελευταίες δυο βδομάδες). Αντί να είμαι ευγνώμων που τελικά έχω την ευκαιρία να βλέπω τους ανθρώπους που σύντομα πλέον δεν θα μπορώ για αρκετό καιρό, γκρινιάζω έτσι… Τραβάτε με κι ας κλαίω: απ’τη μία είμαι μοναχικός και γουστάρω, απ’την άλλη θέλω περισσότερη επαφή…

Τέλος πάντων, βρέθηκα με τον  Φάνη και του εξήγησα γιατί ένιωθα αυτό το άγχος. Αναγνώρισα σε αυτά που είπα και που είχα ανάγκη να του τα πω ότι υπάρχει ένας ψυχαναγκασμός σε αυτά τα συναισθήματα. Κι εκείνος μου το είπε: «είναι απλά παιχνίδια, χαλάρωσε. Και τα 45 βιβλία είναι ήδη πολλά!»

Η απάντηση μου: «Δεν ξέρω αν είναι πολλά, κάποιοι στο Goodreads διαβάζουν 100.»

Τσουπ! Να το πάλι: δεν μπορώ να σταματήσω να συγκρίνομαι με ό,τι υπάρχει εκεί έξω και να μου δημιουργώ άγχη τα οποία ίσως εκφράζουν το μόνιμο και υποβόσκον κόμπλεξ κατωτερότητας μου. Ψάχνω τι θα καταφέρει να δείξει -περιέργως πρώτα στον εαυτό μου- ότι είμαι σε μια καλή πορεία και δεν χάνω ευκαιρία να βελτιωθώ. Θέτοντας το έτσι ακούγεται σχεδόν άρρωστο, όμως είναι γεγονός. Το πρόβλημα μου δεν είναι ότι ψάχνω κάτι το οποίο στο μυαλό μου θα με κάνει καλύτερο ή ισάξιο με τους άλλους, αυτό από μόνο του είναι νομίζω κάτι το υγιές και κάτι το οποίο φέρνει κυρίως καλές αλλαγές.

Το πρόβλημα είναι σε τι ψάχνω το ego boost, ότι ακόμα για κάποιον λόγο ψάχνω την προσωπική αναγνώριση και αξία σε βλακειούλες όπως τα παιχνίδια που έπαιξα ή τα βιβλία που διάβασα, πράγματα που σε τελική ανάλυση φαίνονται να έχουν σημασία μόνο στο ίντερνετ και πολύ λίγο ή καθόλου στην «πραγματική ζωή». Αν περνούσα λιγότερο χρόνο ονλάιν είμαι σίγουρος ότι θα ένιωθα πολύ λιγότερο αυτούς τους περίεργους ψυχαναγκασμούς. Κι όμως, οι περισσότερες προσπάθειες μου μέχρι σήμερα δεν ήταν τόσο ριζοσπαστικές ή αποτελεσματικές…

Με όλα αυτά, οι στόχοι μου, τουλάχιστον σε υποσυνείδητο επίπεδο, περιερίζονται και γίνονται εσωστρεφείς και καθόλου δημιουργικοί. Σκοτώνω τον δημιουργικό μου εαυτό κάθε μέρα με τις μαλακίες μου, προτιμώντας να μη ζω αλλά να σκαλώνω. Είχα διαβάσει κάποτε στο HighExistence ότι για να είσαι ευτυχισμένος-δηλαδή για να μην βαριέσαι- πρέπει η αναλογία δημιουργίας-κατανάλωσης σου να είναι  το λιγότερο 1 προς 10. Ακούγεται πολύ, έτσι δεν είναι; Έτσι όμως έχουμε καταντήσει, να μας φαίνεται πολύ. Και έτσι όπως πάω εγώ, αυτή η αναλογία έχει ξεπεράσει το 1 προς 5000 και κάθε μέρα αυξάνεται, κι εγώ ποτέ δεν χορταίνω. Γιατί με σταματάω με την παθητικότητα της διαρκούς κατανάλωσης, πχ με το να παίζω και να διαβάζω; Γιατί αυτό είναι το εύκολο, το γνωστό. Αυτό το οποίο δεν χρειάζεται να περάσει την κρίση κανενός, ή να έχει την συμμετοχή κανενός εκτός του εαυτού μου. Μου επιτρέπει να περιορίστώ σε στόχους που η επίτευξή τους δεν θα με αναγκάσει να περάσω το κατώφλι της φούσκας μου.

Και να πεις ότι αυτές τις συνειδητοποιήσεις τις έκανα τώρα… Όχι, τις κάνω ξανά και ξανά χωρίς να αλλάζει κάτι πρακτικά.

Δεν λέω, έχω κάνει μεγάλα βήματα τον τελευταίο καιρό. Μεγαλώνω τα όρια του comfort zone μου, τολμάω περισσότερο, είμαι σε θέση να αμφισβητήσω τον εαυτό μου και τις παλιές μου συνήθειες (σχεδόν νιώθω άβολα όταν δεν το κάνω, άλλο θέμα από εκεί) και όταν μιλάω για κόμπλεξ κατωτερότητας, έχει περισσότερο να κάνει με τα υπολείμματα αυτού και όχι κάτι πραγματικά καταστρεπτικό. Είμαι πολύ πιο άνετος με την ιδέα ότι κάποιοι θα με αγαπάνε αλλά και κάποιοι αναγκαστικά θα με αντιπαθούνε και εμπιστεύομαι περισσότερο το ότι έχω κάτι να πω, κάτι να προσφέρω, το οποίο δεν θέλω να το κρίνω και θέλω να το προστατέψω. Για όλα αυτά είμαι περήφανος και ευχαρίστημενος, και με το δίκιο μου.

Με όλα αυτά όμως, είναι αστείο όταν με πιάνει το άγχος ότι δεν έπαιξα το τάδε ή το δείνα παιχνίδι, δεν είδα εκείνον ή εκείνην, δεν προετοίμασα το δώρο που είχα στο μυαλό μου, απέτυχα να κάνω και τα 55 πράγματα τα οποία χτες υποσχέθηκα στον εαυτό μου ότι θα έκανα γιατί είναι τόσο ενδιαφέροντα. Μάλλον κάποια πράγματα ποτέ δεν τα ξεπερνάς πραγματικά ποτέ, παρα πρέπει συνέχεια να είσαι σε επιφυλακή ώστε να θυμίζεις στον εαυτό σου ότι παρ’όλο που είναι κομμάτια του εαυτού σου δεν χρειάζεται να τα έχεις μαζί σου παντού και πάντα, μπορείς να υπάρξεις και χωρίς αυτά, τουλάχιστον μέχρι να αναγεννηθούν σε τυχαία στιγμή, δυνατότερα ή -ελπίζεις- πιο αδύναμα.

Όλα αυτά με εμποδίζουν να έχω τη ζωή που πραγματικά θα ήθελα να να έχω, αλλά είναι τάσεις και συνήθειες που δύσκολα κόβεις και αναθεωρείς, ακόμα κι αν ξέρεις ότι θα μπορούσες να κάνεις πολύ καλύτερα πράγματα με τον εαυτό σου…

Να το, να το! Το κάνω πάλι!

Review: The Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Historia

The Legend of Zelda: Hyrule HistoriaThe Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Historia by Shigeru Miyamoto

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

When I first heard of the existence of Hyrule Historia and its inevitable translation and release in Western markets I was as ecstatic as any fan could be. To give you an idea, scanlations from the original Japanese edition were unleashed to the thirsty hordes of Zelda enthusiasts within a matter of hours after release in Nipponia. Finally! A Zelda tribute to end Zelda tributes; a book strictly for the fans; an official behind-the-scenes, anthology, retrospective, together with the manga prelude to Skyward Sword, all presented with high quality illustrations, colour and printing and, perhaps most importantly, THE TIMELINE!

Now that eyebrows have had the time to be lowered and discussion on the three timeline theory, which like it or not is now obviously canon, has subsided, it’s time for the admission part: the part where I look into the cold, hard facts of being a maturing Zelda fan. I hope you’re ready.

In the last pages of the book there’s a Thank You note from Eiji Aonuma, director and designer of many of the most recent additions to the series and to many the visionary and overseer of the Zelda franchise as a whole ever since Majora’s Mask was released. This is part of what he had to say:

“The History of Hyrule” allows players to determine where each Zelda game is positioned in the chronology of the series. One thing to bear in mind, however, is that the question the developers of the Legend of Zelda series asked themselves before starting on a game was, “What kind of game play should we focus on?” rather than “What kind of story should we write?” For example, the theme of Ocarina of Time , the first Zelda game I was involved with, was, “What kind of responsive game play will we be able to create in a 3-D environment? […]

“Because the games were developed in such a manner, it could be said that Zelda‘s story lines were afterthoughts. As a result, I feel that even the story of “The Legend Begins” in Skyward Sword was something that simply came about by chance.

“Flipping through the pages of “The History of Hyrule“, you may even find a few inconsistencies. However, peoples such as the Mogma tribe and items such as the Beetle that appear in Skyward Sword may show up again in other eras. Thus, it is my hope that the fans will be broad minded enough to take into consideration that this is simply how Zelda is made.”

I remember reading years ago that the official timeline of the series was a confidential document kept deep inside the Nintendo headquarters in Kyoto… As the years passed and new titles that made little sense when put in the big picture were added to the chronology, such as Twilight Princess, the connecting story started looking like either a lie too disappointing to reveal, or if it really was there, just a little bit too simplistic, i.e. is the great overarching story of the Legend of Zelda just a tale of many Links, many Zeldas, many Ganons and a terribly uninteresting tale of a prophecy never fulfilled? I slowly joined the disappointed doubters, those that questioned the relevancy of the timeline or even the very existence of it.

This confirmation by Aonuma sealed the deal: it was Nintendo’s way of saying “you wanted it so badly, so here it is, but you’re looking too much into it; go out more would you, you buncha nerds!” and I think it would indeed be sound advice for people still arguing on forums whether the official timeline is in fact real or not, suggesting that their own version of the timeline makes a lot more sense! The denial there is in the world…

I must admit that expecting a big closure from Skyward Sword, the “aha!” moment that would put every little piece of the puzzle in its place and it never really coming but instead getting the much-advertised prelude to Ocarina of Time with more unresolved new directions, brand new deities (as if there weren’t enough already), characters and hint-dropping, left me with a sour taste in my mouth. It is obvious that if you really want to enjoy Zelda and avoid such disappointments it would be a good idea to be “broad-minded enough” as Aonuma-san suggested, to turn your thinking brain off and take it as Nintendo delivers it. Willing as I am, I just can’t do that. I can’t create connection between the stories when the connective links (get it?) are so vague, each time raise more questions than they answer–for sequels’ sake– and often feel as arbitrary as Star Wars Episode III.

As Zelda games are changing to cater for new audience and are at least trying to get with the times, I feel more and more that they’re just not for me, that Nintendo has long stopped trying to cater for my ilk and that in reality they can’t even do it anymore. I can already see with my mind’s eye Nintendo fanboys who never broke away listing the “hardcore” games Nintendo has released in recent years that would supposedly dispute my argument. What they don’t realise themselves is that Nintendo of old, the Nintendo that dominated my childhood, was revolutionary, it wasn’t just the franchises and the games. It was innovative, it created demand, it didn’t just respond to fans. Now it’s like Fidel Castro or Chavez – only the blind and misled still see revolution where there’s nothing left but allusion to and revering of the good ole days.

Maybe it’s the gaming culture I’ve grown out of, or even a gaming culture I can’t grow into anymore. Maybe it’s just the simple fact that people change, or, as I’ve observed time and time again, that people heavily tend to single out the Zelda title they first played as the pinnacle of the series that can never be bested, and what of course follows is unrealistic expectations of newer games that they will finally be the ones that emulate the feelings they had when they played their first Zelda when they were 9. Is it possible that when a game becomes an enduring legend, the greatest enemy it has to face is its own legacy? Newer players seem to love games such as Spirit Tracks or the new Link Between Worlds, games I really can’t see myself getting into for the simple reason that I just grew up differently. It’s a pity, but so is the nature of the world: as series reach their maturity and endure for more than 25 years in a field which is barely older than that itself, so do players. Funny how people don’t have similar expectations from other media, such as fairytales or children’s animation movies.

Nevertheless, Hyrule Historia is safe from all the above because it’s made for my own personal nostalgia, it only exists in the past. It’s like a photo album with pictures from your childhood: it remains valuable no matter what. Apart from the older ones like me, I can also see the young ones taking an interest in it, those who love Spirit Tracks and Wind Waker HD and who never had the chance to grow up with the older games (same with me and the original NES Zelda) but are still interested in the series as a whole and think I’m a snob hipster 20-something gamer elitist, the very same feelings I had for those who thought Ocarina of Time was crap because according to them Link to the Past was the best. Don’t worry kids, you’re up next.

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