Alyona Zhuk từ Celejów, Poland



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2018-02-16 17:24

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The Intro to Philosophy course I took too many years ago didn’t really stick. The prof was as dry as they come, the progression from one ism to the next seemed more a matter of names than ideas, and I took it pass-fail (disincentive enough in those days). So Sophie’s World was a much-needed education for me. It’s structured as an extracurricular course in the history of philosophy given under mysterious circumstances to a 14-year-old Scandinavian schoolgirl. I may flatter myself to say it, but the course was pitched just about right for me. It was a few months ago that I read this, and I probably forgot many of the names, schools, and settings associated with the concepts it covered, but I remember being into it at the time. So as a primer, it worked reasonably well. Certain sections did make you think. What worked less well, I thought, was the story of Sophie and her private teacher that later became a meta-story involving a Norwegian girl Sophie’s age and her absent pedagogue of a dad. Even the characters meant to be real didn’t seem real. Maybe the mystery of who transcends the imagination passes as whimsy for a Norwegian philosophy teacher like Gaarder. It might have been a clever device, but there were too many reminders that the guy is not a true novelist. As an aside, now that I think of it, I did have one other exposure to philosophy before reading this book. It was that song by the Pythons. If you’ve forgotten the one I mean, here’s one of the verses. John Stuart Mill, of his own free will, after half a pint of shandy was particularly ill. Plato, they say, could stick it away, 'alf a crate of whiskey every day! Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle, and Hobbes was fond of his Dram. And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart: "I drink, therefore I am." With such a fine example to follow, and with a newfound interest in philosophy spurred in part by this book, I offer a few lines of my own. It’s said Bertrand Russell would put up a tussle Whenever the barman called time. And old Monsieur Rousseau was crazy for cointreau He drank it with squeezes of lime. For wine by the cart, you couldn’t beat Sartre Unless you were Thomas Aquinas. But Spumante bubbles caused no end of troubles For Senhor Spinoza’s poor sinus. Drinking and thinking -- a prime Pythonesque pairing. Skoal!

Người đọc Alyona Zhuk từ Celejów, Poland

Người dùng coi những cuốn sách này là thú vị nhất trong năm 2017-2018, ban biên tập của cổng thông tin "Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn" khuyến cáo rằng tất cả các độc giả sẽ làm quen với văn học này.