Reading books about philosophy is normally as exciting as watching a traffic signal change, but Sarah Bakewell will change all that for you. Born 53 years ago in the coastal town of Bournemouth, here is a dash of her British wit in relating a personal discovery of Montaigne that resulted in her prior book, How to Live.
Rarely can you get the true flavor of a book from a book review, but Janet Maslin does a superb job of doing just that in her New York Times piece on Bakewell’s latest contribution, At The Existentialist Cafe. I bumped into the book on Friday morning while perusing new hardbacks at B&N, and have only been able to put it down over the weekend with great difficulty. It reads like a novel, and the way in which it brings philosophical giants to life is lyrical. Sorry to tempt you with yet another reading choice, but this book is really good mind candy.