Dear Marie, There’s a book of my father’s that I often return to: Classical Rhetoric. It was one of the first books he used to teach a course by the same name more than 50 years ago.  Heady, boring stuff, I guess. Aristotle and the art of persuasion. Syllogisms. Fallacies. Ad Hominem. I know exactly where that old book sits—right on the second shelf of my skinny black IKEA bookcase in the backroom. Even before I open Classical Rhetoric’s familiar blue cover with its well-worn spine, I can already see in my mind’s eye my dad’s red underlining of key phrases and vocabulary words—prima facie, logos, pathos, see the certain slant of his cursive, the all-caps of his printing. A note to himself in the margin: “WRITE ON THIS IN CLASS.”  Truth be told, Marie, it’s been a few years, maybe more, since I actually opened this book.  I know you say in your Tidying Up book that one should have … [continue reading...] about To: Marie Kondo aka Tidying Up Guru and Book Purger