Like most self help books, it’s full of words meant to fill up space and parables meant to be proof that the author’s methods work, so they’ll work for you, too!
The actual point of this book (if you want to get into the habit of something, figure out why you want to, then break the process down into piecemeal steps that you can handle before working your way up over time) could’ve just been an article, but then the author wouldn’t get any book sales or more customers for his course, would he?
Then again, I find most self-help books pretty pointless and a lot of people seemed to have been helped by this one.
This gutted me. I dunno what else to say. Herrera is a fantastic writer and researcher, Dillman’s translation preserved his voice, and the whole thing left me gasping and covering my mouth at points, even though none of it shocked me, even though I’m familiar with mining and labor history in the Appalachias and made connections throughout, even though so much and so little has changed.
Glad I checked this out of the library on a whim. I read it in a day.
Bukowski is such an unrepentant misogynist that I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I don’t care how “self-aware” he is, he’s just another in the long line of men praised for their art at the expense of women’s pain.