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Review: The Way of Zen

Alan Watts is considered by many as the bringer of eastern philosophy to the west, a Marco Polo or Carlos Castañeda of Zen and Buddhism. This honour is by no means unwarranted; I don’t think I’ve ever read anything on the subject which was this clear or in which the author read as if he really knew what he was talking about. Raymond Smullyan and Ray Grigg come close but Alan Watts takes the cake if only because he did it decades before anyone else. I honestly can’t think of anyone else who has notes on the subject in the original chinese ideograms (not that I’ve read that many books on all this) and goes into so much detail –sometimes just a bit too much– on all the different ideas and traditions. By the end it’s all come nicely together but the occasional trudging robs The Way of Zen from its fifth star. This guy obviously had had an inside look on everything he wrote about but at times his explanations were a bit too dense. Could it have been any other way?

Read The Way of Zen and feel as if you are one step closer to understanding the whole philosophy of Taoism, Buddhism and Zen. Understanding is not knowing and being mindful about it defeats the whole purpose, but it’s a start for going beyond the stereotypes and for actually trying to understand these completely foreign philosophies that are gradually disappearing even in their lands of origin. As Smullyan puts it: just read chapter 1 of The Way of Zen in which he introduces Taoism. If you like it, chances are you’re going to find the rest of the book equally agreeable, highlight- and nod-worthy.

I especially liked the parts in which he explained Zen’s connection to haiku, calligraphy and the ceremonial serving of tea. Quite nice and cosy.

It’s quite appropriate that this book played no small part in the cultural revolutions of the ’60s. One has to wonder though why no reconciliators of western and eastern mentalities haven’t really made a difference since.
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Review: Dale Carnegie’s Lifetime Plan for Success: How to Win Friends and Influence People & How to stop worrying and start living

Dale Carnegie’s Lifetime Plan for Success: How to Win Friends and Influence People & How to stop worrying and start living by Dale Carnegie

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This book’s title is so very easily misunderstandable. It’s sort of like all the conspiracy theory videos out there. People will catch a wiff of “global elite” or “federal reserve” and will turn their noses straight up in a matter of seconds. Conspiracy “sceptics” have poisoned so many wells, its a miracle that remote villages the world over haven’t yet been completely wiped out.

The reason its title is so misunderstandable is because, similarly to the alleged conspiracy theorists, it alludes to techniques and practices used in picking up women or something; devious hypocrisies of socially challenged, sad little people that practice their speech in front of mirrors and reduce human contact to rules and habits; strategists of human contact that know about as much of real bonding between people as a typical child knows about chickens from its early rearing on McNuggets.

In a nutshell:

Six Ways To Make People Like You

Become genuinely interested in other people.
Smile.
Remember that a man’s name is to him the sweetest and most important sound in the English language.
Be a good listener. Encourage others to talk about themselves.
Talk in terms of the other man’s interest.
Make people feel important, and do it sincerely.

Twelve Ways Of Winning People To Your Way Of Thinking

The only way to get the best of an argument is to avoid it.
Show respect for the other man’s opinions. Never tell a man he is wrong.
If you are wrong, admit it quickly and emphatically.
Begin in a friendly way.
Get people saying “yes, yes” immediately.
Let other people do a great deal of talking.
Let other people feel that the idea is theirs.
Try honestly to see things from the other man’s point of view.
Be sympathetic with other people’s ideas and desires.
Appeal to the nobler motives.
Dramatize your ideas.
Throw down a challenge.

Nine Ways To Change People Without Giving Offense Or Arousing Resentment

Begin with praise and honest appreciation.
Call attention to people’s mistakes indirectly.
Talk about your own mistakes before criticizing the other man.
Ask questions instead of giving direct orders.
Let the other man save face.
Praise the slightest improvement and praise every improvement.
Give people a fine reputation to live up to.
Use encouragement. Make the fault seem easy to correct.
Make other people happy about doing the thing you suggest.

Mr. Dale Carnegie in his book that gave birth to the self-help genre is suggesting, simply put, that we care about others. That’s about it. A little active interest can go a long way, whether its for other people’s sense of pride, problems, aspirations or interests. If “How to Win Friends and Influence People” does something excellently in its quaint, ’30s American way of dealing with things, is to show how in our self-centredness we forget how much we like other people treating us since we so often refrain from doing it ourselves.

The awesome thing about the list above is that the book doesn’t suggest you do these things just to win others over and be likeable, it doesn’t tell you: “OK you loser, this is what people like so you better do it. Of COURSE I know you hate being kind and interested in others, you’re a self-obsessed bastard like all of us, time to quit acting like a loser and be a champion”. No. That’s the end, or course: improving the quality of your social life; but the means is being a better person in all honesty, someone who others would like to be with and share things with because, damn, it’d be worth it! What can ever be wrong with that? In fact, we see so little of the above these days that suspicion is immediately raised when people seem to be genuinely interested in others. What can I say? Let’s stick to being nice for a change and see what happens!

After reading this book I didn’t come out thinking that I knew how to better “make people like me”, “win people to my way of thinking” or “change people without giving offense”. I don’t even want to make people like me or win people over; I just want to be kind to others for the pure joy of it! In all actuality, I now feel that the titles above are there only to lure unsuspected people in and help them, by the end of the book, get over the limitations and close-mindedness of wanting to “change people over to their way of thinking”.

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Review: The Joyous Cosmology

The Joyous Cosmology by Alan Wilson Watts

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Seldom before have I read 30 pages of printed .pdf so tightly packed with meaning. A lot of it was profound, written in a time when psychedelic substances were a new unexplored area of the human experience. Research was being done on their medical and other properties (with Watts being sceptical about whether the proper environment for relative experimentation really was research laboratories and clinics). It was an innocent time, before the powers that be had really found out about what a gaping hole into their walls of modern vices their initial allowance of the use of LSD and mushrooms had blown.

“The active and the passive are two phases of the same act. A seed, floating in its white sunburst of down, drifts across the sky, sighing with the sound of a jet plane invisible above. I catch it by one hair between thumb and index finger, and am astonished to watch this little creature actually wriggling and pulling as if it were struggling to get away. Common sense tells me that it is the “intelligence” of the seed to have just such delicate antennae of silk that, in an environment of wind, it can move. Having such extensions, it moves itself with the wind. When it comes to it, is there any basic difference between putting up a sail and pulling an oar? If anything, the former is a more intelligent use of effort than the latter. True, the seed does not intend to move itself with the wind, but neither did I intendo to have arms and legs.”

Descriptions of powerful and deep insights only possible during a psychedelic trip are what the meat and potatoes of The Joyous Cosmology is. It’s a journey with the aid of these substances to planes of thought and existence impossible before to reach, far away from the egoistic mind and squarely in the consciousness behind the thinking mind. It’s a story of a temporarily selfless being experiencing the world.

It’s very hard to describe actually. I’m not at all sure if anything from this book stuck with me for good, but I’m not even sure if it’s supposed to, in the same way that powerful psychedelic trips are fleeting and strong cosmological realisations during them feel like dreams after the trip is over. Tim Leary warns in the foreword that this is a difficult book. Perhaps a couple of powerful entheogenic experiences are indeed the correct required “reading” for tackling it. The fact that the substances needed for having these experiences are almost ubiquitously illegal says much more about the laws, the lawmakers behind them and their intentions, than it does about the substances themselves.

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Review: The Importance of Being Earnest

The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Another work I enjoyed in Audiobook form, this one from LibriVox — Oscar Wilde comfortably belongs to the public domain, after all. Most of the voice actors were quite good, especially given the fact that most, if not all, of them were amateurs. As always, however, no measure of generalisation can capture the full spectrum of reality; some of the actors were bored with the text and were yawn-inspiring and others were very much into their role. By the end it was impossible for me to disconnect those actors’ voices from their respective characters!

So, what about The Importance of Being Earnest as a script, as a work by the great Oscar Wilde? It’s a fairly standard play. I mean that in the sense that everything falls into place by the end, it has a first, second and third act, all clearly defined. The characters are as delightfully unrealistic as they perfectly working symbols of late 19th century upper-class England. Even the surprises of the plot are carefully measured, predictably unpredictable. That said, it’s excellent insofar as standard, classic plays go. It’s rather a lot like anything perfect, be it a book, a film, a person or a work of culinary art: ultimately forgettable. The little quirks so common in contemporary, postmodern art add much-needed flavour to things. Some would say that lack of such quirks in any given work, especially by Oscar Wilde and others of his time and prestige, could count as proof of its timeless quality. I wouldn’t have any qualms with that opinion, even though for me the quirks are the soul of any piece of art.

Note: I still enjoyed it, laughed a lot with it and would attend a performance of it in a heartbeat.

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Review: Ο μικρός πρίγκιπας

Ο μικρός πρίγκιπας by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Ο μικρός πρίγκιπας έχει φάει τρελλό χάιπ. Ειδικά από κοριτσόπουλα διάφορων ηλικιών που λένε πως είναι η αγαπημένη τους ιστορία, τον κάνουν τατουάζ στην πλάτη, αγοράζουν καπνοθήκες/λατερνοκοσμήματα/διάφορα άλλα μέρτσανταϊς και γενικότερα το παίζουν γκρούπιζ ενός αντιπαθητικού νιάνιαρου. Δεν λέω, η ιστορία έχει εξαιρετικές στιγμές, όπως όταν ο μικρός πρίγκιπας γυρίζει στους διάφορους πλανήτες, η ζωγραφιά του βόα με τον ελέφαντα. Αλλά δεν μπορώ να καταλάβω μερικά άλλα: γιατί είναι κακό ο πλανήτης να είναι γεμάτος μπαομπάμπ; Γιατί η φιλία εξισώνεται με την εξημέρωση;(!) Γιατί ο μικρός πρίγκιπας είναι πρίγκιπας; Είναι γαλαζοαίματος; Και γιατί το τέλος του βιβλίου είναι αυτό που είναι;

Απογοήτευση. Μπορεί για παιδάκια να είναι καλό (δεν μπορώ να με βάλω στην θέση ενός παιδιού διαβάζοντας το, για να απαντήσω ειλικρινά) αλλά δεν πιστεύω ότι έχει κάτι που να μπορεί να κρατήσει ή να εμπνεύσει πραγματικά έναν ενήλικα. Meh.

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Weird Papalagi and a Fake Samoan Chief: a footnote to the noble savage myth

Ανακάλυψα αυτό το κείμενο στα αγγλικά που αποδεικνύει την πλαστότητα του Ο Παπαλάγκι. Στενοχωρήθηκα πολύ. Αλλά αξίζει μια ανάγνωση και έναν συλλογισμό: τι σημαίνει το ότι το βιβλίο δεν είναι αυθεντικό, πού φτάνει ο εθνοκεντρισμός του συγγραφέα, πόσο, όπως ο αναλυτής του παραπάνω σχολιάζει, κάθε τέτοια προσπάθεια δεν είναι κι αυτή μια προέκταση της Ευρωπαϊκής αποικιοκρατίας, ανάλογη θα προσέθετα εγώ στον διαχωρισμό των παιδιών που πεινάνε σε μετα-αποικιακές χώρες της Αφρικής…

Όποια και να είναι η ιστορία πίσω από την διαφαινόμενη σκευωρία πίσω από αυτό το βιβλίο, δεν με απέτρεψε από το να βρω μια κάποια βαθύτερη αλήθεια πίσω από κάποιες από τις γραμμές του. Do I also desire to be deceived, I wonder?

Review: Η αβάσταχτη ελαφρότητα του είναι

Η αβάσταχτη ελαφρότητα του είναι by Milan Kundera

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

«Φόρτωνε τον εαυτό του με κατηγορίες, αλλά κατέληξε ότι στο βάθος ήταν πολύ φυσικό να μην ξέρει τι θέλει.

Δεν μπορεί κανείς ποτέ να ξέρει αυτό που πρέπει να θέλει, γιατί έχουμε μόνο μια ζωή και δεν μπορούμε ούτε να την συγκρίνουμε με προηγούμενες ζωές ούτε να επανορθώσουμε σε ζωές επερχόμενες.

Δεν υπάρχει κανένας τρόπος για να εξακριβωθεί ποια απόφαση είναι η καλή γιατί δεν υπάρχει κανένα μέτρο σύγκρισης. Όλα τα ζούμε αμέσως για πρώτη φορά και χωρίς προετοιμασία. Είναι σαν να μπαίνει ένας ηθοποιός στη σκηνή χωρίς ποτέ άλλοτε να έκανε πρόβα. Άλλα τι μπορεί να αξίζει η ζωή αν η πρώτη πρόβα της ζωής δεν είναι παρά η ίδια η ζωή; Αυτό είναι που κάνει τη ζωή να μοιάζει πάντα με σκιαγράφημα. Αλλά ακόμα και το «σκιαγράφημα» δεν είναι η σωστή λέξη, γιατί ένα σκιαγράφημα είναι πάντοτε το προσχέδιο κάποιου πράγματος, η προετοιμασία ενός πίνακα, ενώ το σκιαγράφημα που είναι η ζωή μας δεν είναι για τίποτα προσχέδιο, είναι ένα προσχέδιο χωρίς πίνακα.»

Ξέρετε πώς είναι να διαβάζετε ένα βιβλίο που μπορεί να θεωρηθεί «βαρύ»; Κάθε σελίδα φορτωμένη με νοήματα, φιλοσοφία, μονολόγους, όνειρα ή οιρμούς σκέψεων, και να αποσυγκεντρώνεστε συχνά γιατί αρκετές φορές είναι όλο αυτό δύσκολο και δύσπεπτο; Να διαβάζετε πέντε σελίδες και μετά να μην θυμάστε λέξη, ούτε το γενικό νόημα;

Ε λοιπόν, Η Αβάσταχτη Ελαφρότητα Του Είναι ήταν ακριβώς το αντίθετο για μένα. Ήταν «δύσκολο», «βαρύ», γεμάτο μπουκίτσες φιλοσοφίας τις οποίες διαβάζεις και λες «Ναι! Ναι! Ο τύπος το έχει πιάσει το νόημα από τα μπαλάκια!», και απόλυτως απολαυστικό. Το ρούφηξα με το καλαμάκι του milkshake.

Αυτό το μυθιστόρημα – παύλα – δίαυλος γενικών σκέψεων του Κούντερα για την ζωή έχει ως γενικό του θέμα τον έρωτα και τους δορυφόρους του: την ζήλεια, την ιδέα της μονογαμίας, την απιστία, την διαφορά του με την αγάπη ή την απλή καύλα, την ελευθερία του ατόμου και την λεπτή ισορροπία μεταξύ αυτού και των σχέσεων και όλα αυτά τα γνωστά τα οποία νομίζουμε ότι γνωρίζουμε πλέον απέξω κι ανακατωτά. Τι στο διάολο, άλλωστε: περί αυτών πρόκεινται πάνω από τα μισά βιβλία, ταινίες και άλλα είδη έργων. Όχι όμως, βέβαια. Αν ξέραμε το οτιδήποτε, δεν θα υπήρχαν τόσες αποτυχήμενες σχέσεις και τόσοι δυστυχισμένοι άνθρωποι. Ο Κούντερα μιλάει με τόση μαεστρία για την ανθρώπινη ύπαρξη και την λεπτή του σχέση με τον έρωτα και το σεξ που νιώθει αποκαλυπτικός, αξίζει υπόκλισης.

Οι χαρακτήρες δεν είναι πολύ ρεαλιστικοί, υποτίθεται ότι είναι 40άρηδες και 50άρηδες αλλά από την συμπεριφορά τους τους φανταζόμουν γύρω στα 30 το πολύ. Η φαινομενική τους όμως αυτή επιφανειακότητα καθόλου δεν με ενόχλησε. Ο Τόμας, η Τερέζα, ο Καρένιν και η Σαμπίνα μέχρι το τέλος μου είχαν γίνει όλοι συμπαθείς για τους δικούς τους λόγους. Μάλιστα, από την αρχή του βιβλίου ταυτίστηκα με τον Τόμας — εντάξει, όχι επειδή έχω μια σχεσή και εν γνώσει της και με την αποδοχή της ψάχνομαι και ρίχνω στο κρεβάτι μια άλλη γυναίκα κάθε βράδυ, αλλά επειδή οι προβληματισμοί του περί αυτής του της συμπεριφοράς, αλλά και πολλών άλλων θεμάτων, ταιριάζουν με τους δικούς μου.

Μου άρεσε το ότι κάθε περιστατικό στην ιστορία το βλέπουμε διαδοχικά από δυο ή περισσότερες οπτικές γωνίες των πρωταγωνιστών, δίνοντας μας μια ευκαιρία να καταλάβουμε πώς γίνονται οι παρεξηγήσεις: πως βασίζονται στις προ-υποθέσεις (πώς μεταφράζεις το “assumption” στα ελληνικά;), στην ανασφάλεια και στην προδιαγραφή των πραγμάτων στο κεφάλι μας όταν δεν υπάρχει επικοινωνία. Επίσης, τα όνειρα των πρωταγωνιστών δεν διαφοροποιούνται με κάποιον τρόπο από την πραγματική τους ζωή, δημιουργώντας την απορία «μα τι συνέβη τελικά “στ’αλήθεια”;» Η απάντηση, όπως και στην δική μας, την, θέλουμε να πιστεύουμε, πραγματική ζωή, δεν έχει και τόση σημασία τελικά. Αν δεν γίνει σωστά, αυτή η αφηγηματική μανούβρα μπορεί να με ενοχλήσει. Όμως εδώ λειτουργεί τέλεια.

Το βιβλίο δεν καταπιάνεται μόνο με τα παραπάνω, τον έρωτα και τις σχέσεις. Μέσα του μπορούμε να βρούμε σχόλια, μεταξύ άλλων, για τα δικαιώματα των ζώων, τον κομμουνισμό και την ιδέα της Μεγάλης Πορείας (όλες τις αριστερές πολιτικές ιδέες και εσωτερικές διακλαδώσεις συγχωνευμένες σε μία), την Άνοιξη της Πράγας και την ζωή στην Ανατολική Ευρώπη το ’60 και το ’70, και στο κιτς, το οποίο ο συγγραφέας ορίζει ως την αφαίρεση της ανθρώπινης αδυναμίας και του απαράδεκτου από οποιαδήποτε αναπαράσταση. Καταλήγει έτσι στο κομμουνιστικό κιτς, το ερωτικό κιτς, το φιλανθρωπικό κιτς αλλά και στο θεολογικό κιτς, όπου πέφτει η απίστευτη ατάκα πως αν ο άνθρωπος είναι δημιουργημένος κατ’ εικόνα και καθ’ ομοίωση του Θεού, αυτό σημαίνει ότι ο Θεός πρέπει να χέζει: γιατί λοιπόν τα σκατά να θεωρούνται τόσο μιαρά, βρώμικα και ανάξια λόγου από εκκλησία και κοινωνία;

Από τέτοιες διασκεδαστικές όσο και βαθιές διαπιστώσεις γεμάτες έμπνευση το βιβλίο σχεδόν στάζει. Είμαι σίγουρος ότι θα το ξαναδιαβάσω και θα το ξαναδιαβάσω πολλές φορές στην ζωή μου. Έγινε μέσα σε λίγες μέρες από τα αγαπημένα μου βιβλία.

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Review: The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

You’re the editor-in-chief of Elle magazine. You’re living it pretty much large, not giving a second thought to anything in your life — like most of us. You consider yourself successful — and you are. One day, as you’re testing that new BMW for the magazine, entirely out of the blue, you have a stroke. This stroke leaves you completely paralysed. Completely? The only way you can communicate with the world is by blinking your left eye and slightly moving your head.

This is the story of Jean-Dominique Bauby and how this stroke changed his life. He writes about his experience in the hospital, how he spends his excruciatingly long hours frozen in his bed, what his family, friends, acquaintances and colleagues make of his situation. Almost everyone is frightened of him. I’d be frightened of him; I only hope this book might have made me think twice about my reflex reactions.

Every word, every page counts, when the only way to share it with the world is by blinking once for “YES” or twice for “NO” at a series of letters recited to you for every letter, of every sentence…

It didn’t have as much an impact on me as the film, probably because I came in contact with the latter first. But the film shocked me. I’m not sure which medium would be better suited for this story. Picturing the loneliness and disability through the written word in your own head is one thing, of course, a very powerful thing. But watching the masterfully shot film that gives life to Jean-Dominique’s daydreams, his only form of entertainment, as well as taking it away from his stagnant reality, showing how terrible it can really be, moved me in a whole different way (pun unintended).

Every time I catch myself being bored nowadays I think of Jean-Do and what he could be doing in my body instead of me. It works — for now. We humans are notorious for our exceptionally bad memory and how it comfortably lets go of the things that matter the most.

E S A R I N T U L

O M D P C F B V

H G J Q Z Y X K W

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Review: Liquid Love: On the Frailty of Human Bonds

Liquid Love: On the Frailty of Human Bonds by Zygmunt Bauman

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Liquid Love is an ambitious book. It tries to tackle the contemporary problem of the “frailty of human bonds” in its microscopic but also trans-social implications. In other words, it studies how capitalist society has made people more reluctant to form close bonds (so that they can easily “buy” new ones with minimum possible pain inflicted), to how cities are built in a way to distance people from each other and disallow strangers from stop being strangers, to how nation-states are treating immigrants (a problem that I have seen in Greece as well as Denmark manifest itself in exactly the same way).

I liked the book but I found it difficult to follow a lot of the time, that’s why I’ve been reading it on and off for more than, ooh, one and a half years? Zygmunt Bauman is very quotable in some parts of the book but when he’s not I found I couldn’t catch his drift at all, I may have read two pages without understanding anything. That may come down to a lack of sophistication on my part; there did seem to be some sort of underlying premise in the four chapters but a lot of the time that premise was sort of rendered irrelevant.

Those said, I must agree with the summary on the back-cover: “It will be of great interest to students and scholars of sociology and in the social sciences and humanities generally, and it will appeal to anyone interested in the changing nature of human relationships.”

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Review: What on Earth Evolved?

What on Earth Evolved? by Christopher Lloyd

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Did you know that every bamboo in the world flowers simultaneously once every few years? Had you ever imagined that if you pulverised a sponge the cells would gather together again to form the initial form in a perfect reconstruction? Had it ever occurred to you that, unlike other species like dogs, horses or chickens, people keep cats for no practical reason? Have you ever thought about the relevant speciesist implications? Did you know that elephants mourn their dead and visit elephant graveyards (yes like the ones in The Lion King) to pay their respects? Would you imagine that about 20% of the world’s oxygen comes from a kind of oceanic bacteria? Did you know that smallpox hasn’t really been eradicated — in fact, if unleashed today, it would eradicate a great percentage of the human population? Would you have ever known that most wheat — the basis for a great lot of our food today — cannot even reproduce naturally anymore because humans have bred it to have seeds so large they cannot even leave the ear and thus must be manually assisted?

“What on Earth Evolved?” and its 400-page insight into humanity’s and Earth’s organic history is full of such facts that are definitely going to stick with you. Just ask any of my friends or other people in my social circle if I haven’t been annoying them with jaw-dropping factoids about any of the one hundred species involved in this book, 50 that made their impact before humanity emerged and 50 that affected, and were affected by, us self-proclaimed owners of the Earth throughout our history. This unlikely menagerie has it all: from chickens to the supposed HIV virus, from roses to dragonflies, from cannabis to sharks, from dogs to eucalyptus trees, from ants to bats and from chilli peppers to trilobites.

Just like “What on Earth Happened?”, the sequel promises to change or add to your perspective on things. Humanity’s “special privileges”, our relationship with the rest of the world, the holistic importance of everything there is and all that is no more but once reigned supreme. This book will make you think, it’ll make you look around at life out there through a different eye. This is the stuff children would learn at school in a perfect world (the artistic design in fact, would be deceptively compatible with such a science class at school: minimalism meets cute drawings? Yes!).

This is “On the Origins of Species” on cultural steroids, it’s Darwin for Dummies and I could not mean that in a better way.

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