Decent, but missing a major scene.
I discourage people from reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance for two main reasons: the monotony of the more factual passages, and the disconnection of the abstract philosophical passages with the real, concrete world. Throughout the novel, Pirsig intersperses long passages describing tangible, real experiences with various long philosophical abstractions. The purpose of the more concrete passages becomes painfully apparent, as Pirsig tries to correlate his conceptual philosophy with seemingly down-to-earth experiences. To the reader, these passages just become pages and pages of different mechanical components of a motorcycle or, on occasion, sights in rural western America. Although interesting to a person heavily involved in a chop shop, to whom I recommend buying this book as soon as possible, it becomes merely a dreadful focal point with which any other profession struggles. Moreover, after subjecting the reader to so many pages of painful tedium, Pirsig fails to even connect the two seemingly independent stories that he is developing. The resulting novel is, for all practical purposes, two separate, individual, and most of all unrelated stories. One of abstract philosophical thought, and the other of concrete listing, almost like reading an IKEA manual that explains all possible issues one may encounter when attempting to put together a chair.
Therefore, the most disappointing aspect of the book is the massive separation from the real and the abstract. Pirsig switches between both of these in an almost schizophrenic manner, the transitions coming more and more often until the two stories 'merge' which unfortunately never completely occurs. After one reads the fruition of all of Pirsig's abstract rambling, an intellectual climax of sorts, they understand that the deficient descriptions of the motorcycle trip were just there to support his 'life-changing' philosophical discovery. But at the real climax of the book, when both stories should merge, Pirsig falls extremely short of his mark and the entire book becomes disjointed and obsolete. The want and need of this merge is so great as one travels throughout the book, and its disappearance in the novel is sorely noted. These theoretical passages that are difficult, confusing, and require painstaking re-reading and without a tie to the practical world, which Pirsig promises again and again, they conclude with no real purpose in helping society. The entire book loses all of its meaning and no longer helps people, but only has a claim to be a 'fun' read, which it is not. Even in the title, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Pirsig puts two contradictory ideas in a sentence and there is an implication that at some point in the novel the complex ideal and the concrete practice will come together in a meaningful way. Unfortunately, it never happens. The premise, theme, meaning, and promises of the novel drift into obscurity and leave the reader with an unsatisfying end that calls for an explanation of why he or she has wasted the last few weeks of their time. If the climax occurred and the abstract philosophy had an implication in everyday life, then the book might be worth reading. In its current state, however, it is not.
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