As a follow-up to yesterday’s post about Stanley Fish and Terry Eagleton, go have a look at P. Z. Myers’ lengthy review of Eagleton’s book. It seems that Myers was trapped on a very bad plane ride with only Eagleton for reading material. So what did Myers think?
As I was marking up his little book with these questions, something routine happened: the plane hit some turbulence, bounced about for a bit, and I looked out the window and had the fleeting, morbid thought, “What if we crashed?” We’ve all had that thought, and I usually dismiss it with little concern, but this time I had a new worry: I was sitting there holding Reason, Faith, and Revolution. You know that grandmotherly admonition to always wear clean underwear because, what if you had an accident, and they’d know? I had a vision of my broken corpse on a slab, and the sneering pathologist pulling the book out of my dead clenched hand, and making some mocking comment in his notes. Eagleton would be the skidmark at my autopsy. I resolved that if the plane did go down, the first thing I was going to do was fling the book as far forward as I could, both removing it from association with my body and satisfying a primal urge that had been prodding me since I opened it to page 1.
Get the idea? Myers’ review is long but worth reading in its entirety. Go have a look.