So be it. Feltham's assessment of the human predicament may be bleak, but he isn't ready to throw in the towel just yet. Raising a glass in death's antechamber, he instead brings his refreshingly undisciplined insight to bear on a dizzying range of subjects from depressive realism to fringe ecology, from the madness of religion to the folly of psychotherapy, from the mystery of existence to the vicissitudes of the Danish tax code. While asking impertinent questions concerning the raft of social anxieties, absurdities, anomalies, and taboos that vex and perplex us, Feltham even struggles to understand brighter views.
In a gallows tour sustained by conversational buoyancy and threaded with provocative (and often disarmingly funny) digressions, Feltham rests his pronouncement that while much of life is dark, and indeed hopeless, it can at least be interesting. There are yet choices to be made. And unless we bail out early, we are left to find ways to survive and retain our sanity.
If you do not count yourself among the cheery-minded billions, if you can't bring yourself to swallow the blue pill, if you scoff at the propaganda of religion and positive psychology, if you re not "lovin' it" as much as you re entreated to, enter this portal of ironic Zapffean consolation now.