THE DAILY LAWS or Crass, lazy shortcuts to behaving like a selfish, sociopathic, paranoid prick who no one likes.
MAY 14th
Be born into a wealthy, secure family in the richest, greediest country the world has ever known during the Boomer era.
MAY 15th
See previous day
By far the most interesting part of this book is found in the short introduction and then it’s pretty much all downhill from there. To be fair the end chapter wasn’t too bad and there were some worthwhile points made about confronting death and carping the diem etc, but that’s really about it. For someone who appears to go to quite some lengths to keep telling us about how different he thinks he is and what a maverick he believes himself to be, he still comes away sounding exactly the same as countless other white, wealthy American self-help gurus.
This is an awful, childish, emotionally retarded man-child, touting a shallow and narrow view of the world, which also happens to be a worryingly pervasive American trait and aspirational quality. No wonder the US is in the state it’s in and no wonder it’s so hated throughout the rest of the world. I think the biggest problem with this book and the type of people who write them, is that the world is run by the kind of wankers who actually buy into this childish, narcissistic rubbish and the rest of us have to suffer them.
By now the well-worn format has become well-established, it goes something like this - quote freely from the Greeks, mention Einstein – a lot, this will make you sound really clever. Mention Steve Jobs – a lot, this will make you sound contemporary and relevant. Mention at least one ancient Chinese philosopher, either Sun Tzu or Confucius. You cannot leave out Nietzsche and Proust, paint on a watery thin veneer of pseudo-intellectual gloss to try and give it some higher form of justification, sprinkle a little more BS glitter and then that’s you pretty much done. Then write a sequel, then a follow-up to the sequel. Repeat til fade…
After a while something a little creepy starts to sneak in to this and books like it, where you can fall into a mind-set of wishful thinking, fetishist desires or even mental illness, smuggled in under the aegis of self-help. It made me wonder at what point does self-help become self-delusion?...And why does the publishing industry continue to use the term “self-help” when the author is clearly helping the reader, rendering the “self” part pretty ridiculous.