by Clancy Martin ‧ RELEASE DATE: Feb. 3, 2015
An intelligent, if at times self-aggrandizing, celebration of lying and love.
An admitted liar muses about deception.
Philosopher, essayist and novelist Martin (Philosophy/Univ. of Missouri, Kansas City; How to Sell, 2009, etc.) expounds on love, sex and lying in this digressive, interesting, but sometimes exasperatingly narcissistic book. At 46, married three times, divorced twice, a recovering alcoholic and, the author confesses, a lifelong liar, he wrote this book “to figure out how I’ve loved and how to do it better. More brutally put—and more honestly?—I am trying to behold my body and my heart without disgust.” That question mark is unsettling: What, readers may well wonder, is true? Martin recounts his first love, of his sister, a disturbed girl several years older than he; his first erotic experience when he was a child and brushed against his mother’s buttocks; his first sexual experience, in high school, in all its kinky details; and his halfhearted suicide attempt. He insists that lies pervade all relationships and that liars are more intelligent than nonliars, supporting his assertions with “studies” as likely to be found in newspaper reports as in academic journals. He maintains, for example, that “the capacity to lie convincingly is a reliable predictor of social and financial success among adults.” “By the time we are two or three,” he says, “we are telling people what they want to hear—or what we think they want to hear. The best liars must also be mind readers.” Among the wide range of writers and thinkers Martin draws upon are Socrates and Plato, James Joyce and Raymond Carver, Nietzsche, Kant, Stendhal, Freud, of course, and the Freudian psychiatrist Adam Phillips, Montaigne, Machiavelli and even the charming liar Pinocchio.
An intelligent, if at times self-aggrandizing, celebration of lying and love.Pub Date: Feb. 3, 2015
ISBN: 978-0374281069
Page Count: 272
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Review Posted Online: Oct. 19, 2014
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 1, 2014
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by Robert Greene ‧ RELEASE DATE: Sept. 1, 1998
If the authors are serious, this is a silly, distasteful book. If they are not, it’s a brilliant satire.
The authors have created a sort of anti-Book of Virtues in this encyclopedic compendium of the ways and means of power.
Everyone wants power and everyone is in a constant duplicitous game to gain more power at the expense of others, according to Greene, a screenwriter and former editor at Esquire (Elffers, a book packager, designed the volume, with its attractive marginalia). We live today as courtiers once did in royal courts: we must appear civil while attempting to crush all those around us. This power game can be played well or poorly, and in these 48 laws culled from the history and wisdom of the world’s greatest power players are the rules that must be followed to win. These laws boil down to being as ruthless, selfish, manipulative, and deceitful as possible. Each law, however, gets its own chapter: “Conceal Your Intentions,” “Always Say Less Than Necessary,” “Pose as a Friend, Work as a Spy,” and so on. Each chapter is conveniently broken down into sections on what happened to those who transgressed or observed the particular law, the key elements in this law, and ways to defensively reverse this law when it’s used against you. Quotations in the margins amplify the lesson being taught. While compelling in the way an auto accident might be, the book is simply nonsense. Rules often contradict each other. We are told, for instance, to “be conspicuous at all cost,” then told to “behave like others.” More seriously, Greene never really defines “power,” and he merely asserts, rather than offers evidence for, the Hobbesian world of all against all in which he insists we live. The world may be like this at times, but often it isn’t. To ask why this is so would be a far more useful project.
If the authors are serious, this is a silly, distasteful book. If they are not, it’s a brilliant satire.Pub Date: Sept. 1, 1998
ISBN: 0-670-88146-5
Page Count: 430
Publisher: Viking
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 1998
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by Albert Camus ‧ RELEASE DATE: Sept. 26, 1955
This a book of earlier, philosophical essays concerned with the essential "absurdity" of life and the concept that- to overcome the strong tendency to suicide in every thoughtful man-one must accept life on its own terms with its values of revolt, liberty and passion. A dreary thesis- derived from and distorting the beliefs of the founders of existentialism, Jaspers, Heldegger and Kierkegaard, etc., the point of view seems peculiarly outmoded. It is based on the experience of war and the resistance, liberally laced with Andre Gide's excessive intellectualism. The younger existentialists such as Sartre and Camus, with their gift for the terse novel or intense drama, seem to have omitted from their philosophy all the deep religiosity which permeates the work of the great existentialist thinkers. This contributes to a basic lack of vitality in themselves, in these essays, and ten years after the war Camus seems unaware that the life force has healed old wounds... Largely for avant garde aesthetes and his special coterie.
Pub Date: Sept. 26, 1955
ISBN: 0679733736
Page Count: 228
Publisher: Knopf
Review Posted Online: Sept. 19, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 1, 1955
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