In this book, the thesis of Said, one of the greatest literary critics, is in some sense simple. Humanism in his definition, drawing on Vico, is the idea that human and human history can be understood because it is built by human. But if something is built by somebody, does that mean that the former can always be understood by the latter? Do we for example understand numbers...a simple human creation but eternally enigmatic. Such contradiction is however nothing new to Said, "the follower of Adorno": in fact a careful reading suggests Said's argument in this book is deliberately naive so that it is directed to the key point he wishes to communicate: that we should be encouraged to think so, even if it is impossible, and the only way forward is via a concrete reading, a secular reading of the text and the world. So this is a book about the impossible which is also the necessity, as all our lives can only be (and at that point it intersects with another beautiful book he left from his last days, On Late Style). His reading of Auerbach is particularly moving, catching its main motives so incisively and elegantly, placing the status of secularity in Auerbach's masterpiece by his own secular reading (and how Edward Said made this term so enriching!). Even only for this reading, and surrounding chapters to position it in a broader context of humanism, this work is worth reading. A beautiful little book, smooth to read but rich in detail, letting you feel this great author's intellectual breadth.