An Industry of Reviews

This article is likely to wander a bit. For that, I apologize.

When I was at university the first time, studying classics and theology, it struck me as curious that a book in the New Testament as short as, say, Philippians, could have inspired such exceptional exegesis and analysis that whole libraries could be spun out of Saint Paul’s instructions to a less-than-joyful church in ancient Anatolia.

Later on in life it struck me as equally curious, while I was conducting research for my engineering senior design project, that scientific journals can be equally as filled with meager incrementalism, as each and every master’s and phd candidate puts forth a thesis that hardly advances science.

Plans going awry, I have spent too many hours watching review videos for such important cultural phenomena as Star Wars and A Game of Thrones. Instead of writing or researching or sending out resumes, I waste time arguing silently with strangers over plot points, collating and comparing theories that change absolutely nothing. I complain to myself that there were no elves at Helm’s Deep (thank you Peter Jackson) and that while George R.R. Martin is an avowed feminist (apparently), his preaching seems to be far subtler than the show version. Palatable, even. A spoonful of sugar if sugar were arsenic flavored.

Why do I need to service other people’s opinions? Does this help me? Does this help anyone?

Like what you read? Give martin.strange a round of applause.

From a quick cheer to a standing ovation, clap to show how much you enjoyed this story.