Canett's 'Crowds and Power' is... well... not like other books.
Don't get me wrong, I'm sure Canetti's 'incorrect' in a myriad of ways. His interpretations of phenomena - the paranoid despot, delirium tremens, and a wide scattering of origin myths, amongst others - are highly idiosyncratic, to say the least. No doubt many, and many more plausible, interpretations could be advanced of literally every claim he makes.
I read this book in the course of writing up a PhD in design, and my brain was filled with Bruno Latour, Nigel Thrift, and others. Which is, no doubt in large part, why I found Crowds and Power such an extraordinary book. It goes for grand theory in a way it's become unfashionable, maybe even untenable, to pursue. But Canett's not interested in, say, naturalising capitalism, universalising Enlightenment mores, purging the social of the 'technological' and the 'natural', or any of the stock-in-trade tendencies to the sweeping gesture that have taken such vicious flak of late.
Whether Canetti's tossing out aphorisms like 'the mouth is the prototype of all prisons' or claiming that trade emerges from the patterns of grasp-and-release of our tree-dwelling prehuman ancestors, his peculiar vision disturbs assumptions, and - without fail - in ways that make for uncomfortable reading. Canetti's highly individual history of the human race is a dark and bloody one, stripped of every last vestige of kindness. The closest contemporary comparison I can think of is the work of some of the so-called speculative realist philosophers, Reza Negarestani, Ray Brassier, their forebear Nick Land perhaps; maybe some of the new ecological thinking sketched out by, say, Timothy Morton, as well.
Great stuff. Read it.