It's Disgusting, But Is It Philosophy?
As devoted as I am to defending philosophy and philosophers against unjust criticism, I'm not opposed to poking fun at philosophers from time to time. Here's proof: a humorously scathing review of Colin McGinn's new book, The Meaning of Disgust. This may be the most entertaining review of a philosophical work I've ever read. Here's the bottom line, from the review:
For the rest of us—those who actually care about disgust, or aesthetic emotions, or scholarship at all—the book is bound to disappoint. “Who can deny the mood-destroying effect of an errant flatus just at the moment of erotic fervor?” [McGinn] writes. McGinn’s book is just such a flatus, threatening to spoil an exciting intellectual moment for the rest of us. Sometimes with books, as with farts, it’s better to just hold it in.
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