Killing Time (Paul Feyerabend book)

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Killing Time
Author Paul Feyerabend
Language English
Genre(s) Autobiography
Publisher University of Chicago Press
Publication date 1994
Published in
English
July 5, 1995
Media type Print (Hardcover)
Pages 203
ISBN ISBN 0226245314
OCLC 185633935

Killing Time: The Autobiography of Paul Feyerabend is an autobiography by philosopher Paul Feyerabend. The book details, amongst other things, Feyerabend's youth in Nazi-controlled Vienna, his military service, notorious academic career, and vigorous sex life.[1][2]

Feyerabend barely managed to finish writing the book, lying in a hospital bed in with an inoperable brain tumor and the left side of his body paralyzed, and he died shortly before it was released.[3][1] Killing Time was first published in Italian in 1994, with an English translation following the year afterward.

[edit] Summary

Feyerabend discloses that he did not keep any careful records of his life and destroyed much of the documentation autobiographers usually preserve, including a family album discarded "to make room for what I then thought were more important books", and correspondences ("even from Nobel Prize winners"). The book relies on Feyerabends's own memory as well as the various stray sources that he did manage to keep. His personal and intellectual experiences and his romantic and artistic adventures comprise roughly half the book.[2] He recounts how he survived the depressions and suicide of his mother, his bare survival of World War II as an officer in the Wehrmacht,[4] and his forgone apprenticeship as a tenor to Bertolt Brecht.[2] His stormy relationships with philosophical luminaries such as mentor Karl Popper, friend and colleague Imre Lakatos and department chair of philosophy at University of California, Berkeley John Searle are described in lurid anecdotes. The book contains ruminations on the themes of evil, compassion and anti-Semitism.[2]

[edit] Reception

The book was well received overall, earning largely favorable reviews in the British Journal for the Philosophy of Science, Nature (by Peter Lipton), The New Republic (by Richard Rorty) and New Scientist. [5] Friend and student of Feyerabend Sheldon J. Reaver hailed the autobiography as "delightful" and "revealing",[2] while a reviewer in Contemporary Sociology found the book "by turns charming and infuriating".[1] Prolific reviewer Danny Yee called it "an engaging autobiography of an intriguing individual who lead an eventful life", and claimed that the book could be appreciated by readers uninterested in philosophy of science or who had never heard of Feyerabend.[6] Kirkus Reviews described it as "a fascinating memoir with an ending that will change many people's opinion about the Peck's bad boy of philosophy".[7] The New York Times Book Review gave the article an "A-" grade, with reviewer Nancy Maull commenting that "There is much to admire and much to frustrate admiration in the account. But in his instructive, stubborn and unbending refusal to be dazzled by theory, [Feyerabend] still has no rival."[8]

[edit] Citations

  1. ^ a b c Zussman, Robert, "Autobiographical Occasions", Contemporary Sociology, Vol. 25, No. 2. (Mar., 1996), pp. 143-148.
  2. ^ a b c d e Reaven, Sheldon J. (2000). "Time Well Spent", The Worst Enemy of Science?. Oxford Oxfordshire: Oxford University Press. ISBN 0195128745. 
  3. ^ Preston, John (2000). The Worst Enemy of Science?. Oxford Oxfordshire: Oxford University Press. ISBN 0195128745. 
  4. ^ van IJzendoorn, Marinus H. "Attachment, Emergent Morality, and Aggression: Toward a Developmental Socioemotional Model of Antisocial Behaviour". International Journal of Behavioral Development 1997; 21; 703. doi:10.1080/016502597384631
  5. ^ Killing Time - Paul Feyerabend. Complete-review.com. Retrieved on 2008-02-23.
  6. ^ Yee, Danny (1995-08-11). Killing Time (Paul Feyerabend) - book review. Danny Yee's Book Reviews. Retrieved on 2008-02-23.
  7. ^ The British Journal for the Philosophy of Science, 47 (1996), 669.
  8. ^ Maull, Nancy, The New York Times Book Review (1995-05-28).