I’m currently reading a book titled “Democracy for Realists: …” It’s triggered a bemused fantasy about a series of “… for Realists: …” books. In the tradition of those “… for Idiots: …”
I remember books stores. They had lots of shelf space for self help books. A popular genre. Let’s imagine some titles: Schooling for Realists, Vacations for Realists, Project management for Realists, Home brewing for Realists, Gardening for Realists.
So’s why not? I have my theories. For example picking up a book of this title would seem to signal one’s appetite for disconfirmation. Where’s the fun in that? Or possible like the Monty Python argument skit it implies your shopping for a scolding or abuse. At minimum it would seem to signal that the author is war weary, scarred, old, cranky?
One take on self help books is that they are selling a treatment for stress. Realism doesn’t sound like a miracle cure, more like chemo.