It seems strangely appropriate that the binding of my copy of Galen Strawson's The Subject of Experience was flipped in comparison to the rest of my books. (When holding the book horizontal, reading the spine from left to right, I expect the top to be the beginning of the book. For Strawson's book the bottom was the beginning.) For some time, whenever I picked up the book I felt something was deeply amiss; I had to reorient myself to this (for me) unusual format. After a while I realized, of course, that this was just my bias and that this was a perfectly reasonable way to bind a book. I even began to like it for its uniqueness.
All of this is appropriate because it resembles an encounter with Strawson's philosophy. At first his views seem odd—the self is a momentary inner thing that ceases to exist when experience ceases;...
