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Rat on the Wheel Art Black

Rat on the Wheel

Published April 11th 2006
ISBN : 9781412084529
Paperback
180 pages
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 About the Book 

Some books grab a part of your head that you didnt know existed, and you carry that books message with you for the rest of your life. Its a life-changing thing. Some books pierce your heart, and leave you crying for weeks, wondering how you couldMoreSome books grab a part of your head that you didnt know existed, and you carry that books message with you for the rest of your life. Its a life-changing thing. Some books pierce your heart, and leave you crying for weeks, wondering how you could ever have got it so wrong. Yet other books leave you laughing at your own idiocy, and have you punching the air for the joy of knowing where you got it wrong. This book fits into none of those categories with any degree of comfort, but would have to figure in all three lists.Art Black wears his middle-aged rage against a crazy world that has failed and screwed him over on his shirtsleeves. Nothing is hidden. Here, writ large, are his angst, his failures and his half-successes, and underneath it all, and underpinning his anti-philosophy, lies a tacit love of some vague and half-formed sense of humanity. Black, with all the essence of his being, rails against the injustice that is our daily bread, and his contempt for all that is serves to send us into apoplexy. Ive done that! we scream. Thats how I feel! we shout.Despite its flaws, its grittiness, its overwhelming sense of immediacy, and never even mention the fact that theres no obvious plot, Rat on the Wheel shows us the empty futility of life in twenty-first century capitalism. If life is a post-modernist nightmare, Art Black can guide us through the terrors.Backs existential nightmare is, in the final analysis, our own nightmare. In his work of flawed genius he has highlighted (almost) every social ill that plagues us. We are left with a profound feeling of misery about our place in the Universe, and yet, there is a vague sense of hope. Towards the end of hislengthy attack on life, and how it cannot be but a debilitating process, we see a faint glimmer of something that might get into the Night Club of Hope with some ingenious fake ID.Art Black speaks to us all about the fundamental emptiness of human existence. He is the Albert Camus of our time. The man who is so outside that we hear him knocking at the back-door of our collective psyche. Buy the book. Just dont buy it for your girlfriend.