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A review by anna_near
Jacques the Fatalist by Denis Diderot
3.0
Existentialism makes me want to kill myself.
Like all philosophical literature, this book is about two guys talking to each-other. However, unlike real men, these two were actually funny. The plot, however, was disjointed and lacking in coherence in several places that made it hard to get through. The acclaim given to the author is astounding because his prose made me unreasonably mad. I know absolutely nothing about Diderot, but I would bet my life that if he was alive today, he'd have a porn addiction and live with his mother.
I will say I'm glad I read it, if only because it gave me a chance to impress my friends by casually dropping phrases like 'existentialist ennui' into everyday conversation.
Like all philosophical literature, this book is about two guys talking to each-other. However, unlike real men, these two were actually funny. The plot, however, was disjointed and lacking in coherence in several places that made it hard to get through. The acclaim given to the author is astounding because his prose made me unreasonably mad. I know absolutely nothing about Diderot, but I would bet my life that if he was alive today, he'd have a porn addiction and live with his mother.
I will say I'm glad I read it, if only because it gave me a chance to impress my friends by casually dropping phrases like 'existentialist ennui' into everyday conversation.