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Julio Buzoli juliobuzoli — With a penetrating perspective mediated through simple prose, many have regarded the Politics of Experience as R.D. Laing's crowning jewel. I am forced to agree. PoE is rich with deep insights and yet unburdened by a maze of theories (which, if one is so inclined, can be found in his other superb books, such as Self and Others and The Politics of the Family). We are, for the most part, estranged from the inner world. Case in point: Most of us are unaware of its very existence. Thus, as R.D. Laing cautions us: "... from the point of view of a man alienated from his source, creation arises from despair and ends in failure. But such a man has not trodden the path to the end of time, the end of space, the end of darkness, and the end of light. He does not know that where it all ends, there it all begins..." Die to the known and reclaim your spiritual birthright of the Silent Self, the Unmanifest, the ultimate Unknown Reality.

Nadi De _adoshka — read in 2001. I think Jayce was reading all these books for his new job in Preston, WA.

Anton Abramov espion — Lots of fun to read!

Jesse Brioux jessebrioux — I was really drawn to this graphic novel by the illustration on the front. I think I may have enjoyed it more if I had been more familiar with Deitch's other work. As it was - the story didn't do that much for me - but I really admired the illustrator's style.

Alex Castonguay alexcastonguay — "'How come she ain't got no problem defending herself from that crazy man? But she chase after Miss Hilly like she just begging for abuse?' I [Minny:] say this even though Miss Celia getting her feelings hurt is the least of my worries right now. It just feels kind of good to talk about someone else's screwed up life. 'Almost sounds like you care, ' Aibileen says, smiling. 'She just don't see em. The lines. Not between her and me, not between her and Hilly.' Aibileen takes a long sip of her tea. Finally I look at her. 'What you so quiet for? I know you got a opinion bout all this.' 'You gone accuse me a philosophizing.' 'Go ahead,' I say. 'I ain't afraid a no philosophy.' 'It ain't true.' 'Say what?' 'You talking about something that don't exist.' I shake my head at my friend. 'Not only is they lines, but you know good as I do where them lines be drawn.' Aibileen shakes her head. 'I used to believe in em. I don't anymore. They in our heads. People like Miss Hilly is always trying to make us believe they there. But they ain't.' 'I know they there cause you get punished for crossing em,' I say. 'Least I do.' ‘Lot a folks think if you talk back to you husband, you crossed the line. And that justifies punishment. You believe in that line?’ I scowl down at the table. ‘ You know I ain’t studying no line like that.’ ‘Cause that line ain’t there. Except in Leroy’s head. Lines between black and white ain’t there neither. Some folks just made those up, long time ago. And that go for the white trash and the so-ciety ladies too.’ Thinking about Miss Celia coming out with that fire poker when she could’ve hid behind the door, I don’t know. I get a twinge. I want her to understand how it is with Miss Hilly. But how do you tell a fool like her? ‘So you saying there ain’t no line between the help and the boss either?’ Aibileen shakes her head. ‘They’s just positions, like on a checkerboard. Who work for who don’t mean nothing.’ ‘So I ain’t crossing no line if I tell Miss Celia the truth, that she ain’t good enough for Hilly?’ I pick my cup up. I’m trying hard to get this, but my cut’s thumping against my brain. ‘But wait, if I tell her Miss Hilly’s out a her league . . . then ain’t I saying they is a line?’ Aibileen laughs. She pats my hand. ‘All I’m saying is, kindness don’t have no boundaries’” (311-312).