I've been reading The Age of Absurdity. It is only moderately amusing, slightly enlightening, fleetingly useful. He starts off trying to tackle the problem of happiness from a modern intellectual perspective, but in the end becomes a grumpy old man airing his laundry list of grievances about the modern world. Still, he's clearly a decent human being who I personally can relate to. Much better to read Montaigne, La Rochefoucauld or Lichtenberg or go and see a great actor perform Krapp's Last Tape. The three reviews quoted on the back page of the paperback edition are united in their belief that this book will make you laugh, possibly out loud, possibly so heartily that your muscles will ache. No it will not.
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