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Novel, 1974
approx. 175,000 words
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First line

I can see by my watch, without taking my hand from the left grip of the cycle, that it is eight-thirty in the morning.

Great lines

The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away. Puzzling.

A really new exploration, one that would look to us today the way the world looked to Columbus, would have to be in an entirely new direction.

The only Zen you can find on the tops of mountains is the Zen you bring up there.

Your common sense is nothing more than the voices of thousands and thousands of these ghosts from the past.

The pencil is mightier than the pen.

Last line

It's going to get better now. You can sort of tell these things.

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He's written two novels. If you can call them novels. Maybe you'd prefer to call them works of philosophy, thinly—very thinly—disguised as fiction. Or perhaps you'd.... more

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance


Strangest bestseller

Two kinds of people are apt to hate Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: advanced philosophy majors and advanced novel readers.

As a novel, Zen is terrible. Virtually no narrative, cardboard characters, and generally incompetent writing. But, as the reader very quickly discovers, this really isn't meant to be a piece of fiction in the usual contemporary sense. Rather the novel form is used as a platform to present philosophical ideas. Going back perhaps to before the novel form, say to Plato presenting his arguments to the wider public through dialogues.

Except Robert Pirsig's argument in Zen is almost exclusively with himself. In every chapter the central character (himself) stops the story of his motorcycle trip through the American Midwest with his son, usually after only a page or so, to soliloquize at great length about how he developed his philosophy of "Quality".

There is some story potential in the introduction of a mysterious character Phaedrus, whose memory arises in the narrator's mind, but this turns out to be nothing more than Pirsig himself again—in a persona he had taken on before a mental breakdown some years earlier. Then even the dramatic possibilities of this (a suppressed personality trying to take over the new "cured" one? a schizophrenic coming to terms with reality?) are spent. It becomes apparent Phaedrus is resurrected only as a mouthpiece for Pirsig's philosophical views.

And how about those ideas?

Every now and then in book publishing history, a "novel" thin on literary values but heavy on a seemingly new message—usually of a heart-warming, stop-and-smell-the-roses nature—captures the public's fancy in a big way. A particularly lightweight example from the same era is 1970's Jonathan Livingston Seagull.

But Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, subtitled An Inquiry into Values, is a strange bestseller in this category. For the thought presented by Pirsig/Phaedrus is actually rather heavy-duty. It's the kind of material you might actually study in undergraduate philosophy classes. In fact, the novel has become required reading in some undergraduate university programs. Several chapters of Zen do little more than gloss the views of ancient Greeks and early modern philosophers like Hume and Kant.

This in itself is not a bad thing. At one time, the novel form was thought to bring together all aspects of writing, incorporating broader, complex ideas into creative writing in a way that short stories and poetry could not. Zen may represent a return to that ideal. The trouble though is that Pirsig goes on to present himself as having solved all the major philosophical questions raised through his discovery of Quality as a kind of indefinable source of all ideas and things. Worse, the arguments he presents for this theory-of-everything are so weak they could be seen through by those same undergraduate students by the time they get to their sophomore or junior year.

In the end, recognizing the contradictions into which he falls, Pirsig retreats into mysticism, declaiming the truth of his supposed discoveries regardless of their failures.

His long-awaited sequel Lila: An Inquiry into Morals (1991), which supposedly reorganizes the material into a more methodical "Metaphysics of Quality", suffers the same weakness.

Nonetheless, countless readers claim to have found life-changing insight in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I suspect they are reading their own insights into this confused book. Which, admittedly, sounds like the kind of thing Pirsig would say.

— Eric McMillan