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Saturday, 7 July 2018

Book Review: The Subtle Art of Not Giving A F*ck


I have always been trying hard to make a good distance from this kind of ‘training the mind, self-help shit; but almost after two years of abandoning the idea of not giving the fuck for such book, I succumbed to this flamboyant orange-cover with some bold abusive word. The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck is a Mark Manson’s second book following the other book; Models: Attract Women Through Honesty. 
It doesn’t hit on your face right hard, this book doesn’t give you any philosophical logic of life at all, but people are always transcending towards values of life or better living concept. No individual can teach us how to live or behave with others, but it is, factually, innate in all peoples. 

The title is fucking attractive and the book has a full of sympathetic ideas of how to live life well or better yet, Mark Manson’s way is; not giving a fuck for anything.  
I had to take a break from prodigious writing and pour over myself to Mark’s ‘a counterintuitive approach to living a good life’. Mark’s musing droplets are worthless. One big mistake in not going to the thrift store is you must buy the-hype-to-go books. Simply the subtle art of not giving a fuck has been just a hype or one brick in the pile of self-development book, you aren’t going to get anything new except poor lesson or fable. The book has swamped with a lot of mindfulness, being positiveness, wellbeing, welfare, and comfort. Mark’s text is near to the Stoicism, coined by Zeno Citium, which helps to develop personal’s ethics by dropping off the desire for pleasure or fear of pain. 

Here I would love to add similar thought by Chanakya: (also known as Kautilya, c. 350-275 BCE, was an Indian statesman and philosopher) Not controlling the senses is the road to adversity and sorrow.  Conquering the senses is the road to prosperity and happiness. Choose either of the two which you like; that is your decision.
In my opinion, such a book gives us more uncomfortable rather than a respectable feeling because when people started reading such a thing they will think their life is full of negativity, but negativity doesn’t exist. Now a day’s social media and most of the web is flooded with inspirational quotes which have just a flowery text. I know he writes candidly about our daily situation, but it won’t work in rational life. Mark Manson should read ancient Hinduism or Buddhist text of philosophy, it has more humble and realistic approach to give the lesson, or we can take Sartre or Camus, they have far better than Mark's arrogant speech. 
My friends, if you really stretch your hand to get self-help books, then you have a real problem, big problem. I have never built my test for this kind of bullshit because I never gave a good fuck for constructiveness, but my mind had played a little game with myself this time, the book’s bright color and very big screaming letters, and of course a big fuck gave me a bad repercussion and I bought this unsubtle art of writing. 
In fact, control over the mind is a tricky job. Mark is trying to create a miracle mind, which left me with a contemptuous smile.

I have two words left. Don’t try.

I give fucking 1 star out of 5.


Sunday, 1 July 2018

BOOK REVIEW: A TREE GROWS IN BROOKLYN

Let me put on this way; this novel is most cherished by American readers. Obviously, it is not the story of the tree itself. But, Betty Smith used the tree as a literary device, a symbol of Francie Nolan, a beautiful and brave girl who grows in paved soil in Brooklyn.
Betty Smith was born in 1896. She is best known for her novel a tree grows in Brooklyn (Published in 1943), which was immediate bestselling and considerably most prominent work of the 20th centuries. She is also the author of Maggie-Now (1958), Joy In The Morning (1963) and Tomorrow Will Be Better (1947). 

In this novel, insofar Betty Smith successfully imbued her characters with subtle words and feelings. Francie Nolan grew near Williamsburg and Greenpoint. At that time there was huge poverty between the two-great flux of immigrants, the Irish, German, Italian, Jews and the East European. Francie is second generation American. Her father was an Irish and mother was Austrian. Smith wrote every incident truthfully, so it is poignant and moving in every way. This uplifting story has a unique way to catch up the then time of Francie. I have never been to Brooklyn, but I really liked the way Smith describes the city itself. It is so lively, dynamic and heartwarming.  

I can read this story again and again. I reckon that it has a very slow pace of writing, but the way she described the day to day life of Brooklyn is mesmerizing. She is into it, emotionally attached to the street, she had grown up. 

I am not going to write about the story, but it has the power to envelop you. Francie is smart, astute, agile girl who loves reading.

          “The world was hers for the reading.”  She said.

It really gives you a lukewarm repercussion after reading this novel. Somewhere Smith writes this way:

“Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry... have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”

The main theme of the book is the class and poverty I in a society where Francie lives. In most of the pages, Smith writes about the struggle of the family to survive. Francie’s grandmother tells her daughter, Kattie, to let her children read every night before bed, it means they believe education is the only way to get rid of the poverty.

Without water and sun and even proper soil, a tree in the title grows in tenement districts, it symbolizes hardship in someone’s life.





 I give this book 5 stars out of five.