I have previously argued that philosophers cannot answer the big questions. When it comes to whether we have free will, the nature of knowledge, the mind’s relation to the body, or the foundations of morality (etc., etc.), there are no widely agreed answers after more than two millennia. In a
I’ve just finished Book One of War and Peace. I was expecting a story about generals and battlefields, but what I’ve found so far is a novel about social psychology. The novel begins not with bloodshed but with conversation: the glittering salons of St Petersburg, full of rehearsed smiles and cautious small talk. Tolstoy’s aristocrats live in a world of performance anxiety that feels recognizable…