Bertrand Russell's autobiography
I read two volumes of Bertrand Russell’s autobiography. I was initially only interested in his childhood and education. His childhood contrasts so much with Mill’s (whom I read last month) that any hopes of finding patterns were gone, but the writing was fun and funny, so I kept reading. A major tragicomic pattern is that the simplest things (falling in love, caring for children, spending time in nature, recovering from disease) make him happy, but intellectual pursuits (math, philosophy, political activism) obviously make him miserable, and he himself is oblivious to the pattern for a long while. For example, he enjoyed spending time in the countryside with his sons and decided to research education and open an experimental school. Since experimental schools attract parents with troubled children, it ended up being a disaster for him and the sons. ...