Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.
by Robert Pirsig.
A frustrating book to read because the whole time I was wondering: “But why is this book so popular?” A novel about a vain, egotistical and uncaring technical writer on a trip with his son. He (the narrator) used to be a vain, egotistical studing and teacher who perhaps cared a little for others. He then reinvents the philosophical wheel (or at least thinks he does) and becomes obsessed with the notion of quality. At last he has a moment of spiritual insight where it all makes sense. Instead of inspiring him–as such moments do for the rest of us–it drives him crazy and he goes to the psych ward where he undergoes electric shock therapy.
He re-emerges, feigning ignorance of his past life (but really he hasn’t lost a single memory), discounts his previous obsession to a practical motorcycle-maintenance level and tries to live a ‘normal’ life. At the end, his old self comes back.
Boring. Author talks to you like you’re an idiot. He is unaware of ridiculous logic and covers it up with long history lessons. Strange book, not to be read again.