One of the two books that I have unfortunately failed to complete reading. The narrative within this book was frustratingly similar to Jackson Pollack paintings. It was overly scholarly and made for a tedious reading experience. It was filled with boring intellectual narcissistic rants that seemed to go on and on.
It was as if the author was more interested in showing off their own knowledge and intelligence rather than presenting a story or ideas in an engaging and accessible way. The dense language and convoluted arguments made it difficult to follow and understand.
Despite my best efforts, I simply could not bring myself to continue reading. It was a disappointment, as I had initially hoped to gain some valuable insights from this book. However, it just goes to show that not all books are created equal, and sometimes, it's okay to put a book down and move on to something more enjoyable.