The Buckminster Fuller exhibit at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art astounded me. It introduced me to a man whom I had previously known barely by his iconic name. In fact it's probably the unusual name that stuck with me more than what I knew about the man. The exhibit left a lasting impression on me that inspired me to go back to Rich's bookshelf and try again to read, Critical Path, by Fuller published in 1981 by St. Martin's Press. It's a treatise or overview of the evolutionary course of mankind since the beginning of time--not light reading.
A few months ago, after a brief attempt to read this hefty treatise, I gave up. His lengthy and bizarre sentence structure tested my concentration, intellect, and reading comprehension to the max. I After about just a few pages, I couldn't take it anymore.
Inspired by what I learned further about the man at the SM MOMA exhibit, I have succeeded in reading about two-thirds of the book now. Reading Fuller is like reading a cross between George Eliot and L Ron Hubbard if you can imagine that. I could comment further on the bizarre length of his sentence and the novel word usage, but I'd rather spend time remarking on the fantastic and profound ideas he presents.
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A few months ago, after a brief attempt to read this hefty treatise, I gave up. His lengthy and bizarre sentence structure tested my concentration, intellect, and reading comprehension to the max. I After about just a few pages, I couldn't take it anymore.
Inspired by what I learned further about the man at the SM MOMA exhibit, I have succeeded in reading about two-thirds of the book now. Reading Fuller is like reading a cross between George Eliot and L Ron Hubbard if you can imagine that. I could comment further on the bizarre length of his sentence and the novel word usage, but I'd rather spend time remarking on the fantastic and profound ideas he presents.
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