For some reason I've gotten interested in Taoism again lately, so I found this book at the library. I know a bit about the subject, but not much about Chuang Tzu (a fourth-century Taoist philosopher), so I can't say how true this book is to his thought. Overall, though, it strikes me as a description of Taoism that's strongly flavored by Western/Christian thought, perhaps to make this Asian belief system seem non-threatening and relevant to American readers. It's all very earnest and well-meaning, but it's not really what I was after.
The author is obviously knowledgeable and well-read, and just in the part I read, he quoted a fair number of Western writers to draw parallels between Taoism and contemporary life. The problem, for me, was that as a consequence, the book reflects some of the typically Western/Christian attitudes that have affected my life and that drove me to an interest in Taoism in the first place. I closed the book for good after I read a quote from another writer that began, "The purpose of playing, aside from the sheer fun of it, amounts to... ." Just...no. Having fun is not a purpose, and Taoism is not about figuring out the purpose of play. So this book is going back to the library unfinished. Maybe I should read what Alan Watts wrote about Taoism instead.