tupidity is literally everywhere you look like the uncle who believes in unexplained conspiracy theories, the coworkers who steal your ideas but only shout them and don’t get me started on the people in the metro who have never seen an escalator system before. But what is the answer to this never-ending wrath? This is a question that the philosopher Maxime Rovere explicitly addresses when looking at the most obscure of the intellectual realms. He embroils the reader into a different dimension, embedding into the events a novel approach toward idiots, such as the one that distances itself from the relationship with others or with the self automatically, or simply explains how to effectively avoid even the most hopeless of untenable conditions, and sometimes — how to stop being the idiots ourselves (as if we are ever not someone else’s idiot). With a skilled touch, David Bellows makes this book a light but informative read that is much needed for a very common irritation.
