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Loading... Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (1974)by Robert M. Pirsig
I read it when I was 13 and I faintly remember I liked it, but there was quite a bit I just didn't understand so I really must re-read it. Another of those books that meant so much to me in my teens, but was part of my college studies. Blessedly, digging and writing about this book didn't quite ruin it for me. There's something so damaging about being told what to think about a book (as is often the case when one is "taught" a book in the classroom). Yes, this book has the nasty aura of 70s popularity and has been a teen/20s read for many years, but once you clear away the dross of popularity and pop culture, it's still a gripping depiction of madness, social analysis, and personal revelation. It's much dated now, almost a historical document, a slice of the world at a particular time and place, but that's only a part of the whole. The "Inquiry into Values" -- the question of what is quality -- applies as much today as it ever did. Honestly, I failed to understand Zen and the Art of motorcycle maintenance. But I feel good because I learned a few things from reading it. (1) About education: You can't teach anything your student is unwilling to learn. As an example Pirsig gives the analogy of a mechanic. A mechanic, at first may simply wish to repair machines -- nothing more, nothing less. If you try to teach him about machine design at that time, it's a waste. Let the mechanic do what he wants to do and gradually, with experience and increased knowledge and interest, he will wish to know more about machines. He may want to design one himself. That's the right time to teach him machine design...he'll learn everything you teach him. Pirsig thinks current education systems force students to learn what they do not wish to learn. And I agree with him. (2) The scientific method: Observe, Document, Conclude -- that's the method scientists use for scientific study. Pirsig shows that the method is necessary in normal life as well, if you want to keep your motorcycle in good condition. He observes his machine keenly, trying to identify faults. Whenever he finds one, he writes it somewhere. Then when he has time, he solves the problem and fixes it. We may infer that the same method should also be applied in our life, in solving our little faults (That itself is Zen, right?). How much less confusing our lives would be if we take some moments to observe ourselves, document our faults and resolve them when we have time! (3) About philosophy: Pirsig talks about the philosophy of "quality" and I think I failed to grasp it. Searching for reasons I came across an essay How to do philosophy, by Paul Graham in which he explains the inherent shortcomings of words when describing abstract ideas. Basically he says that words when pushed too hard, break. I felt Pirsig's words too broken to give a clear picture of his philosophy. Was it because the idea itself was broken? Or was it my difficulty in perceiving the meaning? I don't know. Though I could not understand Prisig's philosophy as he would have wanted me to, his book helped me form my own (current) opinion on philosophy. As far as I can see, philosophy is (1) An exercise to the mind (2) A harmless time pass. It is not directly useful but it makes us smarter by encouraging us to think and judge -- which is many times better than ignorance. The story is captivating. I did not yawn when I read Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance . And then there is philosophy. It was a treat to read this book. I gave four stars for the good parts. One star less because Pirsig made his philosophy hard to understand. I am surely going to give this book another read and see what's more in to dig out! When I was quite young my brain said to me, after a particularly long and stoned session listening to Pink Floyd and discussing philosophy, 'oh give me a break'. So I said to my brain, 'there's no need to be so rude,' and my brain said, 'no seriously, I can't handle this anymore, really, let me take a break'. So it did and I've been operating on brain-stem alone ever since. I don't know it's made that much difference. I wonder if the author's brain was thinking like mine was? Certainly when I was reading this book and sort of enjoying it (2 stars-worth), I was also thinking I am just too old to be reading this sort of cod-philosophy, too old and not stoned enough. I read other people's reviews and have to conclude that they all saw something in this book that impressed them as deep and me as deeply populist. Either way, I didn't really enjoy it and it only gets two stars because the writing was ok, the book wasn't arduous to read, some parts of it were interesting and enjoyable. I wasn't that keen on the author's exploration of his mental breakdown either. I find when other people tell me the dreams they had last night, or I have to read them in a book I turn off as well. I really don't know why, nor do I know if others also feel this way. When telling last night's major really interesting dream to someone else, I've never said, "Do you find this as boring as I would if it was you telling me?" Actually that's a load of guff, I don't tell other people my dreams because I suspect they would be bored rigid and neither do I tell them about my mental breakdown when I saw three rainbows in the sky and didn't kill myself because I couldn't find a nightie that was suitable. See, boring! I kept thinking that the author of [b:Shantaram|33600|Shantaram|Gregory David Roberts|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1333482282s/33600.jpg|3174890] and Pirsig would get on really well. They could sit in cafes in foreign parts swapping tales of derring-do, drugs and their fascinating insights whilst waiting for an audience to join them. That's a bit mean-spirited as Pirsig is a great deal more appealing as an author and person than the somewhat sleazy Roberts, but I think you get what I mean. And I will say that it's quite readable, the travel descriptions are very well done, the characters, apart from the hero, are in general interesting but... I still couldn't get into it. Anyway, it's a Sunday, much love and an extra star! Other than the one passage of misogyny that felt like a friendly dog had just turned and savaged me, this book was everything I'd expected from its reputation. It was simultaneously confusing and enlightening, and as a result I think it will continue to reverberate in my life. Well worth the time I spent. (Also, I highly recommend the audio version I "read," which was narrated by Michael Kramer.)
One is tempted to call the book a psychomelodrama, for Pirsig's intentions are as extravagant as his themes. The attempt to triumph over madness, suicide, death in the self, of his son, for our world, by means of the patient exploration of ideas and emotions is certainly an extravagant ambition. That he succeeds in finding a plausible catharsis through such an enterprise seems to me sufficient reward for the author's perseverance, and ample testimony to his honesty and courage. Whatever it's true philosophical worth, it is intellectual entertainment of the highest order. InspiredHas as a reference guide/companion
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Phaedrus, our narrator, takes a present-tense cross-country motorcycle trip with his son during which the maintenance of the motorcycle becomes an illustration of how we can unify the cold, rational realm of technology with the warm, imaginative realm of artistry. As in Zen, the trick is to become one with the activity, to engage in it fully, to see and appreciate all details--be it hiking in the woods, penning an essay, or tightening the chain on a motorcycle.
In his autobiographical first novel, Pirsig wrestles both with the ghost of his past and with the most important philosophical questions of the 20th century--why has technology alienated us from our world? what are the limits of rational analysis? if we can't define the good, how can we live it? Unfortunately, while exploring the defects of our philosophical heritage from Socrates and the Sophists to Hume and Kant, Pirsig inexplicably stops at the middle of the 19th century. With the exception of Poincaré, he ignores the more recent philosophers who have tackled his most urgent questions, thinkers such as Peirce, Nietzsche (to whom Phaedrus bears a passing resemblance), Heidegger, Whitehead, Dewey, Sartre, Wittgenstein, and Kuhn. In the end, the narrator's claims to originality turn out to be overstated, his reasoning questionable, and his understanding of the history of Western thought sketchy. His solution to a synthesis of the rational and creative by elevating Quality to a metaphysical level simply repeats the mistakes of the premodern philosophers. But in contrast to most other philosophers, Pirsig writes a compelling story. And he is a true innovator in his attempt to popularize a reconciliation of Eastern mindfulness and nonrationalism with Western subject/object dualism. The magic of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance turns out to lie not in the answers it gives, but in the questions it raises and the way it raises them. Like a cross between The Razor's Edge and Sophie's World, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance takes us into "the high country of the mind" and opens our eyes to vistas of possibility. --Brian Bruya
(retrieved from Amazon Tue, 18 Jan 2011 14:21:35 -0500)
Pirsig's narrative of a father and son on a summer motorcycle trip across America's Northwest becomes a profound personal and philosophical odyssey into life's fundamental questions. -- From publisher description.
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