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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The Book is not quite a novel, although almost half of it takes the form of a narrative, neither is it an essay, although quite a lot of what is said in it adopts that style. It is actually closest to that rare type or para-genre of satirical prose embodied in the exemplary In Praise of Folly by the famous humanist from Rotterdam. Instead of the Folly, of human manias and absurdities, here, in a similar kind of double-talk, the books themselves speak, those monuments to our intelligence, ambitions and self-importance, and they primarily speak by making an analogy between man’s fate and that of books–to man’s detriment, of course.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The Book is not quite a novel, although almost half of it takes the form of a narrative, neither is it an essay, although quite a lot of what is said in it adopts that style. It is actually closest to that rare type or para-genre of satirical prose embodied in the exemplary In Praise of Folly by the famous humanist from Rotterdam. Instead of the Folly, of human manias and absurdities, here, in a similar kind of double-talk, the books themselves speak, those monuments to our intelligence, ambitions and self-importance, and they primarily speak by making an analogy between man’s fate and that of books–to man’s detriment, of course.