Weekend reading: Comediennes and Assholes, Newfoundland and Montreal
By macleans.ca - Friday, November 23, 2012 - 0 Comments
Our latest book reviews
- We Killed: The Rise of Women in American Comedy, by Yael Kohen, review by Jen Cutt
- Assholes: A Theory, by Aaron James, review by Martin Patriquin
- Don’t Tell the Newfoundlanders: The True Story of Newfoundland’s Confederation with Canada, by Greg Malone, review by Brian Bethune
- The Dead of Winter, by Peter Kirby, review by Kate Lunau
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Review: Assholes: A Theory
By Martin Patriquin - Friday, November 23, 2012 at 10:53 AM - 0 Comments
The truly optimistic among us believe that there is no such thing as an…
The truly optimistic among us believe that there is no such thing as an asshole. That is to say, the guy who cut you off in traffic or butted in front of you at Starbucks is probably possessed by some temporary affliction (lateness, cluelessness, hangover) that recedes as quickly as it came. In other words, he was acting like an asshole, and that same guy might well hold the door open for you or even save your life 10 minutes later. Aaron James is no such optimist. In fact, the author spends 214 quite convincing pages arguing that “assholeness” is less inattention than a permanent state of mind, and that assholes are more than numerous enough to be called out in book form.
They aren’t mere jerks, and they aren’t rapists or murderers. Rather, James writes, assholes populate the vast moral middle ground between the two. The true asshole, James writes, “is immunized by his sense of entitlement against the complaints of other people.” He is narcissistic, self-absorbed, impolite, and permanently thoughtless to those around him—and it is almost always a him—nearly to the point of sociopathy. (A TV analogy: Steve Carell’s The Office character, Michael Scott, is just a jerk; his inspiration, Ricky Gervais’s David Brent from the original British Office, is an asshole.) Continue…

















