For the most part, Claudio isn’t wrong, even as he makes bizarre, pedantic, condescending arguments through clunky prose. But his essays use a lot of argumentative fallacies (especially straw men and non sequiturs) to bring his points across. It also seems that he thinks he is speaking truth to power when in fact he is the one imposing—how we ought to communicate, what we should care about, what we should care less about, blah, blah, blah.
In the end, Claudio’s writing comes across as arrogant and myopic, often confusing cynicism with wisdom. The limitedness of his stances—and his aircon humor—betray one of the more serious problems of many Filipino intellectuals: that is, a conviction that “I’m right, you’re wrong, and if we have any hope, you would follow me, but also I have no intention of leading so there better be someone willing to do that, who happens to also think exactly like me.”
I’ve been meaning to read this book since it was first released but I never really got around to doing it, until last week when I saw it at a bargain bin for a third of its original price. Even then, I worry that I wasted ₱100, and that I should’ve just done a quick online search to read a sampler of Claudio’s essays.