Am disappointed by Odell's How to do Nothing—at least Odell's part—as it is, at its core, a self-hating self-help book about paying attention, which she has Katamari'd through some interesting stuff by other authors.

The book seems an earnest project that, well, starts as if to address material and political circumstances—but doesn't, and instead champions a vague programme of paying attention better (and that, if you don't, you don't have access to a true and full human experience).

Like, it's not dissimilar to Flow. Except that it's wearing a lot of stuff from Thoreau, Buber, Solnit, Ehrenrich and mentions some cool art installations.