It’s very simple: You share your favourite book (or simply one that you think more people should read), I collect all recommendations and share them back with all of you. The more, the merrier, obviously. So don’t be shy.
It’s the one book – not counting by MacBook, that is – that I have in my living room, always close at hand. It’s a small book, beautiful on this outside, sharp on the inside, that I come back to every couple of months. Now seems an appropriate time to recommend it to anyone how hasn’t read it yet. Here’s one of the key passages, apropos of nothing:
It is impossible for someone to lie unless he thinks he knows the truth. Producing bullshit requires no such conviction. A person who lies is thereby responding to the truth, and he is to that extent respectful of it. When an honest man speaks, he says only what he believes to be true; and for the liar, it is correspondingly indispensable that he considers his statements to be false. For the bullshitter, however, all these bets are off: he is neither on the side of the true nor on the side of the false. His eye is not on the facts at all, as the eyes of the honest man and of the liar are, except insofar as they may be pertinent to his interest in getting away with what he says. He does not care whether the things he says describe reality correctly. He picks them out, or makes them up to suit his purpose.
«As I approach the end of my career I feel an increasing obligation to bear witness to past mistakes I have made.» Says Henry Marsh, whose mistakes have ended lives. Great profile of a neurosurgeon who has published a remarkable memoir. From the profile: «He is the Knausgaard of neurosurgery: he writes about his errors because he wants to confess them, and because he’s interested in his inner life and how it’s been changed, over time, by the making of mistakes.»