The British writer Colin Wilson (1931 – 2013) died last night in Cornwall just before midnight, local time. Wilson, who became a celebrity at twenty-six on the publication of his first book The Outsider in 1956, was a prolific writer on a wide variety of topics from philosophy, with special attention to existentialism, to literature, history, and the occult. Wilson was never what one might call a traditionalist, but he was an inveterate critic of modernity and a defender of religion against its materialist-positivist detractors.
Mr Wilson was one of the most influential writers of my teenage years and early adulthood. He introduced me to a long line of great authors. I’ve meant to write him a thank you letter for years now, but I waited too long. His working class background and the fact that he was an autodidact was especially inspirational to me.
"For the first-time visitor, knocking at the front door of Colin Wilson’s home draws no response - one finds out later that this is because it is blocked off by bookshelves. Indeed, his house is half-home, half-library, with thousands of books on shelves lining the walls of every passageway and every room and filling three sheds in his back garden, not to mention the many thousands of records and videotapes he has collected over the years - a veritable information universe all his own."
Forgive me dear phrenologist dilettante and good man; please, tell us what your MBTI (which would have to say against, anyway?), if this fits in some of their specialties as a enthusiast on ludic activity of measuring heads. I am sure that your blog speaks to me of an supposed INTP/J -- I hit? I'm grateful anyway. ~ Miss N.
Dear Miss N,
I’m afraid that I don’t know what my Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) is - everytime I fill out a questionaire I get a get a different response. I’m afraid I will be avoiding the Jungian claptrap in future and sticking with a time-proven science — Phrenology.