Title: pure drivel
Review: It's books like this that make me embarrassed to have spent the better part of my life working in publishing. Muddle-headed thinking, disgraceful writing, pointless(ly trite) "Big Questions," and equally pointless, not to mention vague and simplistic, Non-Answers--all these make up the meat and bone of this scrawny dog of a book. Just who does Quinn think he is, anyway? Cioran? Nietzsche? Somebody--perhaps his editor, if he or she had even bothered to read the manuscript for this Cliff Notes version of Kultur according to Reader's Digest--should have told the author that aphorism doesn't suit him. Come to think of it, neither does rigorous thinking. In a word, Future Schlock at its very worst.
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