Actually interesting if you are interested in poetry, literature, film and tv.
Couldnt get through much because i realised fairly quickly that what i Actually interesting if you are interested in poetry, literature, film and tv.
Couldnt get through much because i realised fairly quickly that what i had assumed was a book about how art (of various types including fine art) created nz and an impression of nz, turned out to be about how poetry, literature film and tv developed nz.
Its quite dry reading because of that. The main emphasis seemed to be on poetry. Which i dont have much of an interest in at the best of times. I hate starting a book and not finishing. But for me. This would have wasted my time that i could use reading about art or something i am interested in.
The story just seems to stop in the middle of nowhere.
Other than that the story gets a bit My first thought on finishing this book....?
Is that it?!
The story just seems to stop in the middle of nowhere.
Other than that the story gets a bit complex and twisted as you start getting two stories running side by side and you start puzzling to yourself which story is the real story and which one isn't. And then you start realising that actually the story is the one you're reading and not the one either girl is reading.
This book is great! It makes you aware of the history of philosophy and brings to life questions relating to the various philosophies.
In fact you cant help but start pondering.
In some places the techniques used to explain things, in a technical point of view, are very repetitive. So so often in this book Sophie says "can you please explain that?" which by halfway through gets a bit tedious. But then you HAVE to have these explainations otherwise the concepts are very dificult to comprehend.
As a first introduction to an overview of philosophy i think this book is essential. But do not expect from it to be able to ONLY look amongst these pages for philosophical histories. This book merely touches the surface and aims to excite, stimulate, and inspire questioning.
I thought this was a light essay which discusses the possibilities in life that exist now and that used to exist. Mahy as always uses humour and fantaI thought this was a light essay which discusses the possibilities in life that exist now and that used to exist. Mahy as always uses humour and fantasy/ imagery to get her point across. SHe describes her childhood and her thoughts as opposed to be deep into depth conversation about her thoughts.
Very fun and entertaining to read with thoughts on life as it is now, and about creating your future, and your life for yourself rather than letting others, or other situations decide for you. Overall though you are left without a clear point of view from Mahy about what she has said. This is more like I was thinking/ noting down for poignancy that I was thinking these things. But a good little read to get you pondering about what to do with yourself. You'll be left no clearer though, except that you can take life a little less serious and have some fun along the way.
I love this:
It often seems ridiculous that we should be restricted to a single life, and be so restricted within that one too. Well before we begin speculating even in the most primitive way about free will, our will has lost something of it's freedom. We feel choice hovering around us; we certainly pay constant tribute to the possibilities apparently open to us, and are punished or praised according to the way we negotiate with diversity. But by the time any sort of individual free will starts to kick in, it is hemmed in by a variety of restrictive decisions that have been made on our behalf. At it's most liberated, will is only free-ish, yet even the moderate choices we are able to make fill us with, alternately, exhilaration or torment.
Or how about:
My mother, however, said that a great many girls would dress as fairies and that I should try something different. "You could go as a witch," she said, and then added, speaking to my father over my head, almost as if I wouldn't be able to hear her, "She has the right sort of face for it." I remember very clearly the moment of astonishment at this revelation. My mother - my mother - thought I had the right sort of face for a witch.
There's some huge amount of honesty within this sort 50 pages. It's definately worth taking a look.
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