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A review by borumi
Mister God, This Is Anna: The True Story of a Very Special Friendship by Fynn
5.0
As I read this book I kept having this image of Anna as not a little girl of five, but a tiny version of Socrates deeply emerged in a Platonic dialogue or Jesus enlightening both his ignorant enemies and followers in one of his allegorical parables.
Although the prose is relatively simple and somewhat coarse in some parts of the book and Anna's explanations are rough and terse even to the point of being abtruse, it just goes to show you that not all beauty is created by skilled and stylish techniques of trained artists and not all truth lies in fanciful and coherent arguments. Just as Jesus lied in the manger and Buddah among the ragged, sometimes the most beautiful poetry and the deepest, truest philosophy is 'in the middle' of a field of wildflowers, a child's indecipherable scribble or the silent smile of the common prostitute. In fact, this book eventually goes to demonstrate that when you're 'full' inside, you don't need to fret about what's outside or peripheral, you can concentrate on what's 'in the middle' and being 'what I am' and Mister God.
This book, of course, is not for everyone. I wouldn't recommend it to people who don't want to be turned 'inside out' and keep being confined inside the box they built around themselves. I also don't think this is a book for people who think that math is just math and physics is just physics. It is for those who vaguely suspect that 2 and 2 might not always be four and are on a lifetime search for not only answers but also for questions that landed somewhere and answers that all questions are headed for. It is also for those who long for many others that sing in the same chord yet are often confounded by the different names of the chord. It is for those who wish to be step across the borders of knowledge and senses, but be liberated with imagination, wit and compassion.
Although the prose is relatively simple and somewhat coarse in some parts of the book and Anna's explanations are rough and terse even to the point of being abtruse, it just goes to show you that not all beauty is created by skilled and stylish techniques of trained artists and not all truth lies in fanciful and coherent arguments. Just as Jesus lied in the manger and Buddah among the ragged, sometimes the most beautiful poetry and the deepest, truest philosophy is 'in the middle' of a field of wildflowers, a child's indecipherable scribble or the silent smile of the common prostitute. In fact, this book eventually goes to demonstrate that when you're 'full' inside, you don't need to fret about what's outside or peripheral, you can concentrate on what's 'in the middle' and being 'what I am' and Mister God.
This book, of course, is not for everyone. I wouldn't recommend it to people who don't want to be turned 'inside out' and keep being confined inside the box they built around themselves. I also don't think this is a book for people who think that math is just math and physics is just physics. It is for those who vaguely suspect that 2 and 2 might not always be four and are on a lifetime search for not only answers but also for questions that landed somewhere and answers that all questions are headed for. It is also for those who long for many others that sing in the same chord yet are often confounded by the different names of the chord. It is for those who wish to be step across the borders of knowledge and senses, but be liberated with imagination, wit and compassion.