Reading Cal Newport’s books is mild masochism for me. I feel judged (and found wanting) by them, though I readily admit that this says more about me than Newport himself. I find him sort of insufferable and smug, and it was rather appalling when I reached a moment in Digital Minimalism when I realized that my reaction to Newport’s latest thesis is not dissimilar to the ridiculous “Marie Kondo hates books” hot takes that went around the internet in January. Cal Newport is Marie Kondo. […]