Caveat 1: I'm not entirely sure you're wrong wrt Kuhn. But there's no way I would have gotten even 50 pages in w/out going incredibly slow and thinking deeply about it -- my general algorithm now with books such as these is to read enough that I have a 'mind-full' of stuff, and then think about how it connects to other things I care about. That (wrt Kuhn) has made the difference between thinking of paradigms as "big-picture stuff that changes every so often in a manner more complicated than we normally consider", to seeing the tendrils everywhere, all the time, in subtle and nuanced ways propagating through all culture. It took the concept of 'paradigm' from a soundbite I could recite when called upon to a plant that has sent tendrils into the foundations of my thought. Maybe I'm a simpleton and others don't need it, but I don't care anymore. A book is a very personal encounter.
The same applies to James, but something else besides: he's just so _beautiful_ of a writer! But it's a languorous kind of beauty that was utterly lost on me until I started reading him slowly. Reading a few pages at a time I've been struck, repeatedly, by his artistry. I would read him for pleasure, even without any insights. Can't tell you what a change that has been.
The tragedy in all this is that it puts the lie to the self-delusion that I could ever read all that is worthy to be read. C'est la vie. I'd rather actually get something out of the books than have the bedpost notches. I know there are hyper-prolific readers (e.g., Tyler Cowen) -- I wonder if they can get both kinds of value? Either way, I can't, so it doesn't much matter.
I often get that feeling of "enjoying the beauty of the writing" with Patrick O'Brian, who was pretty prolific. I've read all 20 Aubrey-Maturin books twice now. Even though I don't understand sailing and ship design at all, hardly, I don't mind it -- I get the gist.
(I was inspired by POB; I'm not comparing myself) Writing my two books, I took the same direction: maybe some people won't get all the technical details, but I hope they won't care, like I don't care that I don't know what "wearing" is.
I've only read the first four, but fell in love with the writing. I've bought most of the rest of the series and 'Desolation Island' sits high on the to read next pile.
Caveat 1: I'm not entirely sure you're wrong wrt Kuhn. But there's no way I would have gotten even 50 pages in w/out going incredibly slow and thinking deeply about it -- my general algorithm now with books such as these is to read enough that I have a 'mind-full' of stuff, and then think about how it connects to other things I care about. That (wrt Kuhn) has made the difference between thinking of paradigms as "big-picture stuff that changes every so often in a manner more complicated than we normally consider", to seeing the tendrils everywhere, all the time, in subtle and nuanced ways propagating through all culture. It took the concept of 'paradigm' from a soundbite I could recite when called upon to a plant that has sent tendrils into the foundations of my thought. Maybe I'm a simpleton and others don't need it, but I don't care anymore. A book is a very personal encounter.
The same applies to James, but something else besides: he's just so _beautiful_ of a writer! But it's a languorous kind of beauty that was utterly lost on me until I started reading him slowly. Reading a few pages at a time I've been struck, repeatedly, by his artistry. I would read him for pleasure, even without any insights. Can't tell you what a change that has been.
The tragedy in all this is that it puts the lie to the self-delusion that I could ever read all that is worthy to be read. C'est la vie. I'd rather actually get something out of the books than have the bedpost notches. I know there are hyper-prolific readers (e.g., Tyler Cowen) -- I wonder if they can get both kinds of value? Either way, I can't, so it doesn't much matter.