I don’t understand satire. I get sarcasm, puns, the degradation of ideas for cheap laughs. Satire? More like “pretentious literary humor.” I shouldn’t have to twist my brain into a knot just to get a joke.
Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels starts off great. The first book is the famous tale of a man shipwrecked on an island of miniature people. The kicker is that there are three more books that follow, each more inscrutable and weird than the last.
Am I richer for having read this beloved classic? Much like with The Matrix and Squid Game, I should have stopped after the initial offering.
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