Ashton’s Reviews > Minima Moralia: Reflections on a Damaged Life > Status Update

It’s the literary equivalent of being trapped in an elevator with someone who has an unimaginable amount of knowledge in something you’re very interested in. Yet, mid-conversation, you realize you’re way out of your depths and have to just smile politely until the elevator starts moving again.

I want to fully grasp this. I just, as of this moment, am failing to do so. Me dumb, no read good :(

Your resignation to your state of confusion is just making me more curious about this book.

I’m probably making it sound more interesting than it is, to be honest. But it truly is an artisan blend of anger-fueled depression and a very frustrating take on academic-level writing.