Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid

Winner of the Pulitzer Prize and National Book Award A metaphorical fugue on minds and machines in the spirit of Lewis Carroll "Every few decades an unknown author brings out a book of such depth, charity, range, wit, beauty, and originality that it is recognized at once as a major literary event. This is such a work." --Scientific American GEB is a unique insight into the nature of "I," self, soul, and consciousness, centered on a notion that its youthful author dubbed "strange loop," inspired by the twisty self-referential construction invented by logician Kurt Gödel, whereby a sentence asserts its own unprovability. The book's chapters alternate with Bach-like contrapuntal dialogues between whimsical characters (especially Achilles and the Tortoise), and each dialogue's intricate structure exemplifies the notion being discussed in it, thus creating indirect self-reference (a fact unsuspected by the characters). The book, filled with analogies, wordplay, humor, and mind-twisting prints by M. C. Escher, has inspired generations of bright students to study cognitive science and the philosophy of mind.
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This is one of my all time favorites. I reread it every few years. One measure of it's place in my life is that I have a long list of books which I have read due to interest sparked by something I found in Godel, Escher, Bach.
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I didn't really read this book despite it being in my "read" shelf (I couldn't figure out how to revise this part of the tags).
I tried, I truly did. I picked up this book years ago after an on-line friend whole-heartedly recommended it. No...he didn't really recommend it as much as he gushed about it. So, I bought thisbrick book and dove in with high hopes.
Ugh. What a bunch of pretentious bullshit.
Translation: I have no idea what the hell is going on. Because this book is so pretentious.
I cannot fathom actually enjoying this drivel, but, hey - different stroke for different folks, right?
I tried, I truly did. I picked up this book years ago after an on-line friend whole-heartedly recommended it. No...he didn't really recommend it as much as he gushed about it. So, I bought this
Ugh. What a bunch of pretentious bullshit.
Translation: I have no idea what the hell is going on. Because this book is so pretentious.
I cannot fathom actually enjoying this drivel, but, hey - different stroke for different folks, right?
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