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Book Review: James A Harris, Hume: An Intellectual Biography

Questioning whether he is the appropriate person to write such a volume on hope, Eagleton opens the book saying, ‘As for one whom the proverbial glass is not only half empty but almost certain to contain some foul-tasting, potentially lethal liquid, I am not perhaps the most appropriate author to write about hope’ (p. xi). This is the one emphatically incorrect statement in the entire 150 pages or so of main text. In a kind of performative contradiction, Eagleton shows himself to be perhaps the perfect author to write about hope, a hope without optimism and a hope that radically embraces (and yet still refuses) the possibility of failure and the near-guarantee of tragedy.