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272 pages, Paperback
First published November 27, 2018
But what are our beloved wars really about? They are often just a chess game against ourselves. We believe we are fighting someone, not realizing that the battlefield in the end is all ours. Ours alone. In the infinite labyrinth of voices that resonate within the human soul, it is so difficult to give a name to every face we have: we are a chorus of contrasting sensations and opinions, between which it is difficult to find harmony. We live by inconsistencies. Indeed, our inconsistencies define us, and are continually hidden and disguised in the name of an absurd command to remain consistent. People cannot be consistent: it goes against their very nature, which fortunately evolves through the shocks of experience. To live is to change, to live is to adapt, to live is to alter oneself, willingly accepting that yesterday's "I" is to be rediscovered in tomorrow's "I."Personally, I found these philosophical stretches deadly dull. Besides these sections of banal philosophy, the book consists of a series of highly fictionalized biographies of whimsical people, like the inventor of the ballpoint pen. This book has the trappings of an interesting work, but I'm not sure there's much beneath the surface. It's like a Wes Anderson movie: it looks right, the cast is good, but the work is ultimately trifling.