by David Sasaki | Apr 26, 2020 | Book Review, English
How were these writers able to endow their characters with such sentimentality while totally cutting themselves off from the emotional lives of their loved ones in real life? Or is it the inverse? Perhaps the well-adjusted person, who shares his vulnerabilities honestly in the social world, lacks the burning impulse to produce great writing.
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by David Sasaki | May 5, 2016 | Book Review, English
The difference between the drowning child and the distant child is one of duty versus altruism.
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by David Sasaki | Nov 20, 2012 | Book Review, English
One of those books that I read mostly in order to recommend it to others. I’m already part of the urbanist converted, and Glaeser is preaching to the choir. For those of you who are comfortably content in the suburbs, or wary of the chaotic hustle and bustle of...
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by David Sasaki | Nov 17, 2012 | Book Review, English
In the past year I have read two books that completely transformed how I understand reality. The first, The Information by James Gleick, which I reviewed here, helped me truly understand for the first time just what is information, that pervasive abstraction that...
by David Sasaki | Jan 5, 2012 | Book Review, English
I’m finishing up Clay Johnson’s The Information Diet, which I am enjoying immensely. I’ve been at a couple events with Clay, but haven’t had the chance to sit down and shoot the shit with him. From what I’ve seen and read, though, he...
by David Sasaki | May 10, 2011 | Book Review, English
I believe that we can only appreciate life when confronted with the irrevocable finality of death. I have never loved life more than in the immediate aftermath of when I was certain I would die. On those rare, few occasions everything changes. The concept of free will...
