One of my goals being to die as cultivated as possible, I felt I had to know what this 1930s bestseller was about.
- It's wonderfully short! No 500-page litany here; 45 modest pages. Gibran apparently mastered the art of killing his darlings.
- It's rather shopworn but still not Paulo Coelho.
- Everything is of sound and good sense, as far as I can judge. It simply feels like he is pushing at open doors, which probably was not the case in 1930.
- Very much like poetry, this needs to be read slowly. I can't! I just don't have the patience! I just want to get to the end of it!
- I don't hang about on
Pinterest but it feels as though Gibran does. Every line is like
something I'd expect to find printed in Lucida handwriting on a sunset
background, such as the classic "Your children are not your
children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself."
Corny : Yes, though I'm not sure it's Gibran's fault...
In short : Nah.