From Goodreads
Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Richard Bach
What in the holy hell of hodgepodge gumblygook did I just read? Bach crammed a bit of eastern mysticism, a dash of de-deified Jesus as a dude, pseudoscience mumbojumbo, Socrates and a hobbyist's enthusiasm for aviation into a tumbler and shook it up to see what he could pour out. What poured out was a bunch of black and white seagull pictures that a sophomore in high school took on the family vacation that he deemed art surrounded by a boring, pointless fable. This is a prime example of spiritualism without a grounding in any truth. On a side note it did make me think about a story where the earth is falling apart because the number of souls remains constant and because of modern medicine the number of bodily beings is exhausting the stock of souls. Imagine, all the wicked souls who ought to be languishing in hell for eternity are being released early. That's where all the extra evil is coming from. Too much body, not enough soul. If I flesh it out for a hundred and fifty pages and find a high schooler with an old film SLR I could turn the idea into a movie. This book got made into a freaking movie!!! I'm probably not going to search it out, but I might try to track down the soundtrack by Neil Diamond.
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