I have ventured on her voluminous book, Atlas Shrugged, years ago and failed to take myself even halfway through it. Therefore, it is just proper to sI have ventured on her voluminous book, Atlas Shrugged, years ago and failed to take myself even halfway through it. Therefore, it is just proper to say that this is my first Ayn Rand, and am I glad to have had it as my appetizer. For someone who has misanthropic tendencies, this book has earned its place in my heart. Its plot gives a crushing blow to the political principle of collectivism. As I've aged, I have outgrown the desire to belong in a group or be in a crowd. I have learned to segregate myself from things and people who are generic in nature (save those people I am attached to); learned to fight for what I want to become, what I want to do, whom I want to love. I have come to know the necessity of regarding oneself as capable of acting individually. Reckon me egotistical. I'd rather be my own disciple than somebody else's blind follower....more
Today, God must have pleased it that I write a review. It has been some time since I wrote one. My 12-hour shift is the culprit.
Anyway, I've been meaToday, God must have pleased it that I write a review. It has been some time since I wrote one. My 12-hour shift is the culprit.
Anyway, I've been meaning to read this book since I first added it on my list. But just like all other book lovers, I've had the dilemma in choosing which books to read first. Candide evidently did not make it to the priority list. But the good news is, I finally read it.
Voltaire's Candide satirically refutes the German philosopher Leibniz's belief that all is for the best in this best of all possible worlds; that the evil in the world is optimal for all that constitute it by subjecting its characters to a number of misfortunes.
Candide was taught by the ever optimistic philosopher Pangloss that all is for the best and he held onto this belief until he was cast out of the palace where he grew up and was then exposed to the machinations of the world. After every hardship he went through - all the lashings and whippings, witnessing his beloved Cunegonde and his friends suffer and/or die, his circuitous windings around the world with little or no food, losing his treasures, etc. - he doubted what Pangloss had taught him that all is for the best. Was it for the best that all those must happen to him?
However, not everything that happened to him was bad. When he accidentally came across a kingdom called El Dorado, he found out that men can subsist in peace and shared prosperity. How was it possible that this kingdom is so different than the one he grew up in? He then realized or somebody made him realize that men have their free will. They can choose whether to be good or bad.
In the end of the story, they met a man whose affairs only include that of his own and his family. The man told them that those who meddle in other people's affairs are always doomed for trouble. He then showed them how he and his children care for their garden for which they were very content. Candide and his friends then decided to care for their own garden rather than complain about their oppressed state and dispute about whether all is really for the best.
The garden is a metaphor for life. Candide and his companions eventually resorted to caring for their garden after all the hardships they've encountered.
Each of us has his own garden to toil and to nourish. Each has his share of unhappiness in this world. Each has the free will to choose whether to propagate and sustain life or suppress and let it all to waste. :)...more
After tens and tens of days of trying to persuade myself to finish this book, I have finally come to a closure. My writer-reader relationship with JanAfter tens and tens of days of trying to persuade myself to finish this book, I have finally come to a closure. My writer-reader relationship with Jane Austen is becoming flimsy with every book I read. Her Pride and Prejudice, I greatly enjoyed; her Emma was so-so, but this, this was extremely exhausting! Although her writing style is something I still take my hat off to, I shrug at the characters and the plot. The characters are the kind I would not dare indulge myself with a conversation (with the exclusion of Henry Tilney) and the plot, not exciting enough to tickle my fancy....more