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Gulliver's Travels
by Jonathan Swift
It's not me, it's you, Gulliver's Travels.
It smells like a Fantasy genre, but in reality, it's a mocking Swift narrative on the stupidity of humanity as displayed through religion, politics, social structure etc etc etc. Characters war over which end of an egg to crack at breakfast, despite the holy book citing "the end which is convenient". Political parties are differentiated only by the size of shoe heels (high or low - with a McCain dude who wears one of each : ) Intellectuals are so caught up in their thinking that they're forced to use pebble-filled balloon talking sticks to be present in actual conversation.
I could list all of the inane human actions in the book, but why would I do that when you can easily read the daily news and get it over within 15 minutes? I tried to read GT and then, in desperation, looked to David Hyde Pierce (Niles on Frazier) to read it to me, in which he succeeded, but now I want a time refund. The clever parts were strikingly clever, but there were so so so so many words in between the clever parts. So. Many. Words. Let me make this easy for you. Humans were jackasses in 1726. They are still jackasses 300 years later. That's Gulliver's Travels. The end.
It smells like a Fantasy genre, but in reality, it's a mocking Swift narrative on the stupidity of humanity as displayed through religion, politics, social structure etc etc etc. Characters war over which end of an egg to crack at breakfast, despite the holy book citing "the end which is convenient". Political parties are differentiated only by the size of shoe heels (high or low - with a McCain dude who wears one of each : ) Intellectuals are so caught up in their thinking that they're forced to use pebble-filled balloon talking sticks to be present in actual conversation.
I could list all of the inane human actions in the book, but why would I do that when you can easily read the daily news and get it over within 15 minutes? I tried to read GT and then, in desperation, looked to David Hyde Pierce (Niles on Frazier) to read it to me, in which he succeeded, but now I want a time refund. The clever parts were strikingly clever, but there were so so so so many words in between the clever parts. So. Many. Words. Let me make this easy for you. Humans were jackasses in 1726. They are still jackasses 300 years later. That's Gulliver's Travels. The end.