I'm reading "The Meme Machine" by Susan Blackmore. Fuck my tits, what a pile of garbage. It came strongly recommended by an individual for whom my respect is evacuating with every sentence.
I could probably get over the fact it's based on some idea that twat Dawkins had in the 70s, and the fact that she quotes that other twat Pinker on every other page, if only she had the least bit of rigour in her ideas. It's all flat statements of fact like "no other animal except homo sapiens is capable of imitation", and just as I'm about to eat my own face off in rage at her demonstrable bollocks, she'll devote an entire chapter to "well, yes, i know that actually there are all sorts of other creatures that are capable of imitation, but that doesn't count!".
Jammed with fucking woo and nonsense. It's basically a shit philosophy book masquerading as "Science". Get fucked. It's only 288 pages but it feels like I've been reading it forever.
Onto Lowboy by John Wray after this heap of shit. I hope it cheers me up.
I do need to read The Martian. Dammit read it years ago and recommended it, but I never got round to it. I could have been reading that instead of the Blackmore book! Fuck's sake, I've wasted a week of my life on this!