/lit/ - Literature

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On Ted's visits to the local library in Montana

>"More often, he stopped at the Lincoln Library where Beverly Coleman worked. "Sometimes he came in once a week because we saved newspapers for him and he picked them all up," she said. "Just our local tribunes, from Missoula and Great Falls and Helena." He also wanted scientific books and classic literature, she said, usually in English, but often in the original German or Spanish. These had to be ordered from the University of Montana in Missoula, or Montana State at Bozeman."

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On a census taker's memory of Ted's cabin

>"the usually unwashed Mr. Kaczynski did not raise eyebrows around Lincoln, where many people live secluded lives. "He was just a private person and enjoyed being up there by himself," said Joseph Youderian, who interviewed him for the 1990 census and was one of the few locals who entered his cabin. He saw shelves of books, a bunk, a wash basin and a man of few words. "I didn't push it. That's the way he wanted to live.""

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On the types of books Ted bought

>"Across the street at Aunt Bonnie's Bookstore, Mr. Kaczynski would stop to buy a book from the 25-cent rack, said Anne Haire, the owner. They were usually old, obscure sociology or political science texts, she said, "the books nobody else wants to buy.""

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On Lincoln residents' memory of Ted

>"He was a really strange man," Orr added. "He left people alone and people left him alone." [...] Beverly Coleman used to work in the Lincoln Library where she remembers Kaczynski spent a lot of time and carried books home in saddlebags that straddled his bike. [...] "A sharp man," she said. "But he was very quiet. A very gentle man."

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On the books found in Ted's cabin

>"When he bought books, he went for discounts and sales, rarely spending more than $2. About 60 of those books were in his cabin when the FBI closed in last week."

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On Ted's family's reading habits

>"At home, family life seemed normal, if a bit intellectual. The Kaczynskis kept philosophy books on the coffee table."

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On Ted's reading habit inside his cabin

>"Daylight seeped in through two windows. Each was just a foot square. One was so close to the roof that it did little good. He slept on a narrow cot. He stacked his books--Shakespeare, Thackeray--against the walls. He had one door. It had three locks. [...] He had no running water; he dipped plastic jugs into a stream 75 feet from the cabin. He had no electricity; he read by candlelight."

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A lot of what he says about Leftism is true, but it's not exactly a critique he came up with.

He criticizes modern leftists for having no self-confidence, valuing similarity rather than indepenedence or uniquneess, glamorizing defeat and self-pity, and for demanding that things be made easier without appreciating that this also makes you less able to appreciate the things you desire (i.e. struggle makes the achievement worthwhile)

He is very similar to Nietzsche in his thinking on this topic, and he discusses Nietzsche a little in his letters with his editor, which suggests he is at least acquainted with his literature.


His anti-technology stuff is accurate to a point IMO. Technology is all-encompassing, and is so widely used that it effects all aspects of our lives and can't be curtailed or restricted to one branch of society because of that (i.e. space shuttle tech influences microwave ovens)

His fear about cloning and babies born with pre-chosen traits is a real one, but again whether or not this is fated to take place is not definate, though again IMO it will.

However, his alternative is to return to small, nomadic groups of people who hunt and so on (a lifestyle he strips of all its glamour, having lived it himself for a number of years), is a very extreme reaction, sort of like not liking your office job and therefore runnning off to a litle island in the middle of nowhere.