If you’re waiting for my thoughts on The Man Without Qualities, don’t give up. I’ve finished volume one (725 pages) and already started volume two (1,059), but I won’t make you wait until the very end: you should see a post about volume one this weekend. The real problem is that the book is so amazeballs I keep diving deeper than usual. Musil wasn’t only a novelist; he was a trained philosopher who carried out philosophical research through fiction (I’ll say more about that in the reflection). He was writing in the heyday of Logical Positivism, in the midst of the Vienna Circle, and I’m starting to notice strong parallels between his treatment of emotion and Wittgenstein’s treatment of meaning. In fact, this week may see a collision of the Decade Project and the Slo-Mo Philosophy project. Stay tuned…