The philosophers discussed in this book refer to a notion of truth, yet they never clearly specify what kind of truth they are seeking. It feels as though they intend to teach something meaningful, but ultimately, they don’t. Much of the book is spent praising men who lived in ancient times. The Cynics, in particular, come across as an all-male sect making declarations of which, to me, only about twenty percent are worth paying attention to.
Their words form a fascinating narrative, but considering how much more complex the modern world has become, I find their ideas difficult to apply today. They oppose pompous and pretentious ways of living, yet their own manner of expressing simplicity, parading around in torn clothes and calling it a “simple life”, feels pretentious in its own right.
They often compare humans to plants and animals, claiming that these beings do not seek happiness outside themselves. But how can one truly compare the life of a plant to that of a human? To me, the Cynics sound more like “luxurious beggars.” They deliberately exposed themselves to hardship and pain to strengthen their mental endurance, which I find difficult to understand. Perhaps that’s because I relate more to Schopenhauer’s philosophy, which sees a happy life simply as the avoidance of pain.
The book’s title, How to Say No, is somewhat misleading. There was little in it that directly addressed this idea. I’m left wondering whether my disappointment lies with the author or with the Cynics themselves. I had expected more, as I was genuinely eager to learn about Cynic philosophy. In the end, the book felt less like a guide and more like a collection of letters.