In my first pick I described the very nature of bullshit, concluding by citing Harry G. Frankfurt: «Bullshit is unavoidable whenever circumstances require someone to talk without knowing what he is talking about.» This often is the case with people who are required to talk all the time: politicians, officials, journalists.
Almost coming to an end of my 60pages, I can underline that argument. Being forced to write every day for 60 consecutive days, I sometimes felt like balancing on the verge of bullshitness. Instead of going on, spamming your precious attention with unrefined words, I decided to take breaks. Leaving out a few days on purpose, a mini-vacation from cleverness and the likes. These days, I don’t feel like talking or writing. It’s more about reading and contemplation. Going to the cinema, getting overwhelmed. The more I think and read and contemplate, the less the world turns around me. No writing subject, no Facebook-discussions, no showing your face in the public. Essentially: No bullshit.
Plus: I got some food for thought.
Read George Saunders’ «Tenth of December». It’s groundbreaking.
Read Michael Lewis’ «The Big Short» for the most gripping account of the financial crisis.
Read Annie Dillards «The Writing Life» about, well, the writing life.
Watch the startling new series «True Detective» with a marvelously dark Matthew McConaughey.
Watch «Dallas Buyers Club» – a truly underrated masterpiece.
Watch «La vie d’Adèle» – it will make you happy even to be able to show a movie like that in our cinemas.
Watch «The Act of Killing», because everything else after that will fade. So powerful. So meta. So sad.