By rec­om­men­da­tion I read Sophie’s World by Jostein Gaarder. It is a novel about the his­tory of phi­los­o­phy, writ­ten in such a way the the con­cepts from the pre-​Socratics through Kant and up to Sartre could be grasped by a juve­nile. Spoil­ers past the jump.

This book is sort of a novel, but moreso it uses a sto­ry­line to paste together sum­maries of dif­fer­ent philoso­phies. Sophie starts get­ting these strange cor­re­spon­dence course phi­los­o­phy lessons and gets these stranger pieces of flot­sam from some girl named Hilde. To cut to the chase, Sophie and her teacher fig­ure out that they are just char­ac­ters in a story writ­ten by Hilde’s father for Hilde. They strain under this yoke and attempt to escape from the some­what capri­cious behav­ior of the cre­ator of Sophie’s World. Jostein Gaarder winks at us when Alberto [the phi­los­o­phy teacher] says that Hilde’s father might be a part of a story being writ­ten by some­one else. Sophie even ends up buy­ing a copy of Sophie’s World in a book­store. Lev­els within levels.

Sophie and Alberto man­age to escape from under tha major’s thumb and enter a world where spirit is stronger than mat­ter, Winnie-​the-​Pooh and other fic­tional char­ac­ters inhabit this world, but it is just as real as real is. It is some­what creepy to think that we are gods and that the sto­ries we tell go on liv­ing after we tell them. Think would make for a more respon­si­ble sto­ry­teller, I think. It is a dif­fer­ent tack on Tolkien’s idea of sub­cre­ation and mythopoeia.

The philo­soph­i­cal por­tions are bal­anced, not too long-​winded, and gives the best cuts of meat in terms of the spe­cific philoso­phers ideas. It doesn’t try its own Mean­ing of Life attempt, instead it says that the same ques­tions that phi­los­o­phy has asked for thou­sands of years must be answered by each per­son in every generation.

“He who can­not draw on three thou­sand years is liv­ing from hand to mouth.”

Johann von Goethe.