Reading a short essay this morning from James Calvin Schaap, I came across something that makes perfect sense of how terrible Levy’s The Will to See is. Schaap mentions that great stories are shaped like C’s in that they don’t complete themselves but make room for the reader. Levy’s book is pure ego firmly encircled in a bold O—there is absolutely nothing in the book for a reader’s imagination or discovery and, therefore, no enlightenment at all.