I can’t believe this book was written over forty years ago! I have absolutely loved Stephen Batchelor’s more recent offerings, which made me curious for this one, and conscious as I read it of what an interesting and genuine journey he has been on. He was only in his late 20s when he wrote this, and you can tell, in comparison with his later stuff. But that makes it no less valid, for aren’t all our thoughts situated in a place and time.
At university in the late 80s, I had the pleasure of reading most of the western existentialists Batchelor engages with here, so this book transported me into a kind of time warp to my own 20s, and the intellectual excitement of trying to wrap my head around words and ideas that need to be read slowly several times to sink in. It all felt rather ‘male’ in its expression, but at the time there was not a lot else available. When I did my own PhD as a mature student, I was very committed to trying to express complex ideas in more penetrable language. Not to make the ideas simple, necessarily, but to have confidence in my own academic credibility and not to hide treasure inside beautiful verbal gorse bushes. I do occasionally like sticking my hands in those gorse bushes however, and this book was fun from that point of view. But I think the fact that Batchelor’s later books are easier to read is a sign of his growing up in confidence and maturity, rather than their content being any less complex.
In terms of content, it was fascinating, though not new territory for me. I think it would be written a bit differently now. The last forty plus years have changed the tone of these kinds of discussions for better and worse. But the deep human questions remain, as does the existential angst. To contemplate another person’s reflections upon them is a challenging and helpful exercise and I feel grateful for it. And exhausted by the inner work! 🤣
One of the things that struck me - which is really an aside - when Batchelor was describing human society as distorted around ‘having’ (a very helpful unpacking of it), I found myself aching for how much simpler my wants seemed in those days, before we even thought we needed home computers, let alone smart technology, and 24hr news cycles, and branded identities in global social media. Wah! Getting older has changed some of my attitudes to ‘having’, in all kinds of ways which are hard to define as good or bad … I’m finding most things less certain than they ever used to be. 🤣