I’m reading “Democracy for Realists: …” It has triggered a bemused fantasy about a series of “… for Realists: …” books. In the tradition of those “… for Idiots …”.
Books stores have lots of shelf space for self-help books. It’s 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 a minimum it would seem to signal that the author is war weary, scarred, old and 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.