This is one of the most misogynistic books I have ever read. I cannot get over it. I see the protagonist's (and author's) problems and I releate to them on a certain level. The faking, the mask, the sensation of not being able to understand other people. I got a neurodivergent diagnosis recently and I recognise some very human feelings in him that reminds me somehow of my own experiences. However, this doesn't justify how disgusting misogynistic this author is. It is problematic on all levels. I cannot connect to someone who wouldn't see me as a member of humanity. How am I suppose to justify and feel pity or sadness for a man who is the personification of the patriarchy and the society he fears so much? It sucks how praised he still is, without even recognising how horrible he was. I have seen people justify this line of thought by saying that this book was published in the 1940s. You do realise that women all over the world are thought about like that today too, right? That our society is still living off exactly on those same values? And this book is part of the problem, not in the sense that it is very misogynistic but because we justify this level of misogyny in a historical period (today) where it cannot be justified, because it is still rampant. I fear it especially in books like this one, which are contemporary and evergreen classics that inspire young people everyday. People see themselves in this man, they try to understand the meaning of suffering, fitting in, living, through a man who viscerally hates women, without acknowledging it. If we lived in the perfect world where misogyny and the patriarchy didn't exist than sure we could not talk about that aspect, but it is not the case.