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So Heidegger and a hippo stroll up to the Pearly Gates and Saint Peter says, "Listen, we've only got room for one more today. So whoever of the two of you gives me the best answer to the question 'What is the meaning of life?' gets to come in."And Heidegger says, "To think Being itself explicitly requires disregarding Being to the extent that it is only grounded and interpreted in terms of beings and for beings as their ground, as in all metaphysics."
But before the hippo can grunt one word, Saint Peter says to him, "Today's your lucky day, Hippy!"
Apparently that is a direct quote from Heidegger. Don't know how much it confused Saint Peter, but I too would have second thoughts about admitting into my home someone who is in the habit of speaking that way. Thomas Cathcart and Daniel Klein's book Heidegger And A Hippo Walk Through Those Pearly Gates [H&H from here onwards] ends on that note.
Cathcart and Klein, both Harvard philosophy grads, have written this book to explore some questions that have confounded humans through the ages. Patterned as an ongoing conversation between the authors and Daryl Frumkin, the neighborhood plumber, the book attempts to explain the meaning of life and death while drawing upon the wisdom of philosophers, folksy jokes, New Yorker cartoons and of course, Woody Allen.
At the heart of our Life and Death anxiety lies the wishful thinking that author William Saroyan expressed in a letter written to his survivors: "Everybody has got to die, but I always believed an exception would be made in my case." H&H takes readers through the much debated but hitherto mostly unanswered questions like the meaning of life, eternity, immortality, religious myths, spirituality, suicide, near death experiences, cloning, the reach and limits of bio-technology as a means of prolonging life and the inevitability of death. It is not surprising therefore that the first chapter of the book opens with the no-nonsense declaration, Dead! Whatcha Gonna Do About It? Not much, it is clear by the end of the book, except to laugh occasionally and come to terms with life's grand finale, an outcome we try to keep at bay most of our lives but have no way of finally avoiding.
Whether readers more familiar with serious philosophy than I am will find a meaningful connection between formal philosophical thoughts and the supporting jokes, I do not know. But I found the humor refreshing for the most part. It reminded me of another book I read long ago. Humorist Leo Rosten took the same approach to explaining the subtle nuances of Yiddish words and expressions in his hilarious dictionary, The Joys of Yiddish. The New Yorker cartoons in H&H are particularly apt. Occasionally, the relentless light hearted banter is a bit jarring. I was initially somewhat irked by the authors' propensity for assigning flippant nick names to philosophers.
Martin Heidegger: Marty, Heidi
Aristotle: Ari
Sigmund Freud: Siggy
Arthur Schopenhauer: Schopey, Schopster, Artie, Schopmeister
Woody Allen on the other hand, becomes Allen Stewart Konigsberg (his real name) for a brief period.
Daryl Frumkin too on his side of the conversation, is given to repetitive and predictable incredulity. For example, after being informed of what an assortment of wise men have said about the milestones and mysteries of life, the plumber is prone to judging some of them as follows:
Søren Kierkegaard: a few Danishes short of a coffee break
Arthur Schopenhauer: a few breadcrumbs short of a schnitzel
Plato: a few Doric columns short of a Parthenon
You get the idea – a running gag you get used to after a while. I enjoyed reading H&H. But I find it hard to review the book in my customary, descriptive fashion. So I will leave it at that. You can check out what others have said on the Amazon page. Also, you can listen in on an interview with the authors on the Forum Network.
(Thanks to Rebecca Hunt, Associate Editor at Penguin Books, for sending me the book for review)
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