I am trying to read Jane Jacobs (Death and Life…) again, because I don’t remember a word of it from the time I read it 10+ years ago. And this time around, I am finding it tough going. It’s repetitive (like the pages and pages on “eyes on the street”), cloying at times, and the intimations of insights haven’t delivered (at least thus far). What has happened? Have I turned too cynical in old age?
Is it the usual case that some insights have now become so commonplace that they seem cliched even in the original?
—ravi