The last page of “How to Fail at Life” has my e-mail address attached to it, because I want to hear how the book affected people, or if was even worth a shit. I got my first e-mail about it today. Here it is. I hope the girl doesn’t mind my posting.
“As of ten minutes ago I just finished your book, and as I saw your message on the last page I pondered what to tell you.
Honestly, It’s quite possibly the most depressing book I’ve ever read in my entire life. Every page asks every question you’ve never wanted to ask in bold statements that you cannot ignore, cannot repress, and it makes you question your very ideals. The very idea of humanity is repulsive and intriguing, and it seems from your point of view that it’s like looking upon animals caged in a zoo, and you’re right, absolutely right. We live in gilded cages of ourselves, putting us in small boxes that we can control, manipulate, everything even remotely complex has to be simplified, and that is the most depressing thing of all.
Reading your book is like taking a college philosophy class, except there is no debatable answer, only illusions of one. You want to beg, scream and claw for a way out, a conclusion to it all, and I suppose, eventually we’ll all get one.
And it won’t be romanticized like it is on the silver screen.
Because we won’t be here to make it so.
For some reason I feel compelled to thank you for writing this,
So thank you.”If you want to buy it, there are two versions.
Color (Recomended):
http://www.blurb.com/my/book/detail/518997
B&W (Cheap):
http://www.lulu.com/content/5671371
